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"Go on!" said Mr Lawrence fiercely. "What did she show you?","Who taught it to you, sugar-sweet?" I persisted as I poured water in on the frog under his direction.,"Did you say more tea, teacher?" Mrs. Keeler was at his elbow, steaming tea-pot in hand.,Elinor slipped an arm about her. "But what is it, Ju dear?","The question was strictly in bad taste," says Lady Rodney again. "No well-bred man would ask it. I can hardly believe I know him. He must have been some impossible person.","I hope you don't hate me?" said Maurice, rather annoyed.,“But, John dear!”,Her eyes fall upon the hearthrug. Half under the fender a small piece of crumpled paper attracts her notice. Still talking, she stoops mechanically and picks it up, smooths it, and opens it.,"Dr. Etwald! Do you think he has anything to do with it?" queried Jen, perplexed and a trifled startled.,The boys eat up and stared at each other.,CHAPTER VI Johnny Blossom’s Christmas Presents,Then they do the grotto, and then Lady Lilias once more leads the way indoors..