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A red squirrel came scampering across the open sod before them, pausing as he sensed their presence, then springing to the trunk of a sapling the better to look them over.,He paused abruptly, and the boy felt the hand on his shoulder tremble.,The inexorable portrait on the wall seemed to gaze down on the recalcitrant youth with disapproval.,"But what is it?" asks Miss Mansergh from behind Lady Rodney's chair, just a little impatiently.,Perhaps Longfellow has more cleverly—and certainly more tenderly—than any other poet described the earlier approaches of the god of Love, when he says,—,“Well, if that isn’t the greatest I ever heard in all my days,” said Olea. “However, I don’t believe it. It is just some of your tomfoolery, John, you rascal.”,"I think," Mr. Johnson's voice was heard above the din, "it would be a good plan to start a fire in that big stove. This place is positively vault like with dampness.",“Why, John, my boy! Did you?”,“I was on board the coal steamer—that’s where I was. His name is Hobborn, Mother, and just listen! he set a big jar of preserves before me—I think it was raspberries—and I ate a lot, and then he gave me this whistle. Now I’ll blow it.” An ear-splitting blast followed.,“Mixer last!” snapped the girl, plugging in and ringing her call at the same time. “I’ll see if he’s still there!”,"You've been reading novels," says Rodney, contemptuously.,"I know, I know," replied Lady Meg, while a wave of color passed over her fair face..