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“Can you row?” asked the gentleman with the glasses.,"You shall be paid, sir," said Mr Lawrence.,"Oh yes, sir; how could she be mistaken?"[Pg 361] answered Lucy. "How beautiful she looked as she came towards us!",And so the story went on. All the wholesome things of the country that children like had come from one and another. And each had been as happy in giving as Billy could possibly be in receiving.,"What a strange name yours is!—Nolly," says Mona, presently.,The other boy laughed. “My old man would whale the tar out of me if he caught me monkeying around up there.”,As she spoke a gong sounded from beyond the closed door of a nearby class room; there was sound of movement and subdued voices, then the door swung grudgingly and a number of students of various ages with smudged hands and soiled aprons came straggling out into the dim corridor, laden with canvases and drawings to be stowed in the long line of lockers that stretched on either side of the hallway.,"It has been such a charming day," says Violet, at last, in a rather mechanical tone. Yet, in spite of its stiltedness, it breaks the spell of consternation and confusion that has bound the others in its chains, and restores them to speech.,If she had been nurtured all her life in the fashionable world, she could scarcely have made a more correct speech. Geoffrey is puzzled, nay more, discomfited. Just in this wise would a woman in his own set answer him, did she mean to repel his advances for the moment. He forgets that no tinge of worldliness lurks in Mona's nature, and feels a certain amount of chagrin that she should so reply to him.,“No, fortunately not,” replied Mother.,"Now I am here, you will sing me something," says Geoffrey, presently.,"Oh, never mind your young and innocent days: we never heard of them," says Dorothy, impatiently. "Do get on to it.".