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gin and rummy venice ahead.” "I shall make myself plainer. What servant did you bribe to leave the window open for you at this hour?","Like me? Oh, no," says Mrs. Geoffrey. "Some of them are really beautiful, like pictures. When I was staying with Aunt Anastasia—the Provost's wife, you remember—I saw a great many pretty people. I saw a great many students, too," says Mona, brightening, "and liked them very much. They liked me, too.","Well, heed it, and heed it close. I'll overlook the cuttin' of my new bench, but, by ding! I'd ruther you'd carve me than carve this store." He paused abruptly and bent on Billy a quizzical look. "Whose 'nitials are them under yourn?" he asked.,There was silence for a moment and then Bob asked quietly.,“Saved my life, I reckon, is all you did. It must have been some job, too, although I don’t know how you did it.”，"And quite right too," says Lauderdale. "You remember what Scott says:，"Tell your master," replied the King, "that I thank him and am pleased with his gift."，Fisher said, "No; I see nothing except buffalo," for he was looking across the river to the other side, and not down into the water."I didn't. I found it."

"That is what fickle people say. But what one feels one remembers.","What a wretched evening!" says Violet, with a little shiver. "Geoffrey, draw the curtains closer.","You don't know what you are talking about," says Doatie, vehemently. "Every one of those interminable half-hours will be a year off your life. Mr. Boer is obnoxious, but Florence is simply insupportable. Wait till she begins about the choir, and those hateful school-children, and the parish subsidies; then you perhaps will learn wisdom, and grow headaches if you have them not. Violet, what is it Jack calls Mr. Boer?","If Mrs. Hudson hasn't any other room, she can have mine," said Judith promptly. "She never would let us make up for all those afternoons that she kept the library for us, and I'd love to be dreadfully uncomfortable if I could help make her comfortable.",A certain wide lawn, starred with white clover and daisies came unwelcome to his mind. He ought that moment to be chopping off clover tops.,"Have you ever read Shelley?" asks he, presently, puzzled by the extreme serenity of her manner.,"I am quite comfortable, thank you.",CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR.,"Then you knowed I was scared?" he cried in wonder.,Before answering, the child glanced fearfully around to see if his uncanny foe had gone, and he was relieved to find that Job was hastening to meet his ever-constant friend Betty who had just entered the garden. Betty’s progress had been greatly retarded by the weight of the brimimng watering-can, which she had not stopped to set down though the contents had splashed freely over her dress and shoes.,"Is that why people don't go near your place, 'cause they're scared of the dogs?" Billy asked.,When the feasting was over, there was a call for silence. It came from Father, who stood again at the top of the marble steps and was evidently going to make a speech. All the children flocked together near the steps, in the sunshine, and hundreds of childish faces were upturned towards the speaker. Behind Father, on the veranda, at the windows, and in the doorways stood John’s aged friends, among them Katrina in her bright red dress and Jeremias the wood-cutter in the mayor’s light coat that was altogether too small for him. Jeremias had been to the Kingthorpe woodshed the first thing, for there was something he understood; but now he had stationed himself behind Father. The crippled child sat on the lowest step, his pockets stuffed full of plums..