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The house, or at least the front of it, was built after a design by Inigo Jones. The pediment was perforated by a circular window glazed with a casement whose frame resembled the spokes of a ship's wheel. A variety of antique symbolism resembling the hideous sculptures which sometimes close the chapters in books of the seventeenth century, under-ran the eaves. The tall, narrow windows gleamed blackly amidst the skeletons of the winter, or the coloured embroidery of the[Pg 3] summer creepers. The hall door was noble and hospitable in expanse. A carriage drive swept from it on either hand the oval lawn to a handsome gate whose supports were crowned by the arms of the Actons on the one hand and the arms of a family into which one of the Actons had married on the other hand.,"He went back and got it," said the girl, in answer to Billy's look of amazement. "And, Billy, he flew away in an awful grouch.","Canin'? Me? Whatfer?","It means, o' course, that we'll get no more fish," spoke up the practical Scraff.,The boy shook his head. "I dunno; them cricks shouldn't be that way; they're all spring-fed. Maybe you know?" looking straight into Hinter's eyes.,"Is our dinner up, Ma?" Billy asked, as he pushed back his chair.,"Swim?","No doubt. She'd light up a wide area.","Oh no, oh no!" interposed Miss Acton; "she would not be our Lucy if she did.",Billy did so. Then, there being nothing more left to do, he stepped back to watch the fireworks.,"Och! Billy O'Shune can't ye whistle t' me,,"By what, my dear?".