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Connecticut lottery post (_Sings, and all follow._) "No, indeed!" cried Patricia. "It's sweet of them to like it!","Well for my part I hate people who sing a little. I always wish it was even less. I hold that they are a social nuisance, and ought to be put down by law. My eldest brother Nick sings really very well,—a charming tenor, you know, good enough to coax the birds off the bushes. He does all that sort of dilettante business,—paints, and reads tremendously about things dead and gone, that can't possibly advantage anybody. Understands old china as well as most people (which isn't saying much), and I think—but as yet this statement is unsupported—I think he writes poetry.",Elinor held her close, laughing with enjoyment at her ardor.,"She used to be," was Judith's frank reply. "But since you've become an artist, like Aunt Louise, she fairly adores you!","Law, no, sir," says the old man, with a loud and hearty laugh. "I think if ye could see the counthry girls round here, an' compare 'em with my Mona, you'd see that for yerself. She's as fine as the queen to them. Her mother, you see, was the parson's daughter down here; tiptop she was, and purty as a fairy, but mighty delicate; looked as if a march wind would blow her into heaven. Dan—he was a brother of mine, an' a solicitor in Dublin. You've been there, belike?"，“Are they going to do what he says?” put in Bob in a tense whisper.，"To Rome," says Mona. "But do you mean it? Can you afford it? Italy seems so far away." Then, after a thoughtful silence, "Mr. Rodney——"，She opened her hand. In it lay a shining twenty-dollar gold piece. Billy's mouth fell open in astonishment.Violet, coming in a few moments later, finds them still discussing the all-important theme.

"Why, sakes alive!" cried his mother, "I never give Maurice a thought. O' course we'll have him, too. An' if there happens to be anybody else you'd like, you best say so now, Willium.",At last Johnny Blossom and Tellef stood under the apple tree with a big basket.,Then through the haze of uncertainty two wide blue eyes seemed to meet his own; eyes that smiled to him confidence in his ability to make good; eyes that said as plainly as words: "I knew you could do it.",Again the company scattered throughout the park. This was the time for the sack-racing and other contests in jumping, running, and singing. Father gave out the prizes, and then refreshments were served again.,"Now tell me something else," she says, after a little bit. "Do all the women you know dress a great deal?",Indeed, 'twould often puzzle you,Again she calls to him from within.,"If I thought that--. But," added Jen, breaking off, "how did you know that David was in London?","Yah!" cried Battersea, derisively. "You're out of it. My mother white; but my father--" here he hesitated, and then resumed: "Yes, you're right. Dido; my father was a negro! A Seedee boy, who was a fireman on a P. and O. liner.","Yes, asthma's that way—eases off—then comes back—hits you sudden." He glanced at the bottle. Hinter, understanding, poured him out another portion.,"An' so he got away!" sighed Maurice.,"But perhaps she will refuse you," says Mona, demurely..