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So eight-year-old, nine-year-old, ten-year-old, eleven-year-old, and all the rest of the ages, we tramped off together, and we stumbled over the stumps, and waded through the mud, and tripped lightly, like Somnambula in the opera, over the log bridges, which were single logs and nothing more, and came successfully to Greely's Pond, beautiful lake of Egeria that it is, hidden from envious and lazy men by forest and rock and mountain.

The cups are less prominent and the plainness or smoothness of the inferior table is more noticeable. The nippers are round, the cups triangular and the dark streak narrower and more distinct than the previous year. The dividers are becoming round and the corner teeth are oval. TEN YEARS. The teeth are more oblique than in the eight-year-old and nine-year-old mouth.

It did not seem possible that an eight-year-old boy could be a hero such as one reads of in books. Of course, he was going to do great things when he was a man. He meant to make a great fortune, of which half was to be his mother's; and if she chose to spend it on churches and missionaries and schools, so much the better.

I'm supposed to be at the pony corral at midnight to turn the ponies loose an' bottle up the house gang in their shack. Brophy's bad medicine; you'd better pass up your eight-year-old lady friend an' come on back to the Lion Head with ol' Monody." I walked up an' down a time or two, thinkin' it over.

But the tears dimmed her eyes. "Go straight home with Honoré, Billy, as straight as ever you can," said Father Honoré to eight-year-old Billy McCann who for the past year had constituted himself protector of five-year-old Honoré Googe; "I'll watch you around the power-house." Little Honoré reached up with both arms for the usual parting from the man he adored.

One Sunday morning, when Pelle had run out there to see them, he heard a shriek from one of the cottages, and the sound of chairs overturned. Startled, he stood still. "That's only one-eyed Johann beating his wife," said an eight-year-old girl; "he does that almost every day." Before the door, on a chair, sat an old man, staring imperturbably at a little boy who continually circled round him.

Only a year younger than Sally was Theodora, whose staid, precocious beauty Barbara already found disquieting "Ted" was already giving signs of rivalling her oldest sister then came Jane, bold, handsome, boyish at eleven, and lastly eight-year-old Constance, a delicate, pretty, tearful little girl who was spoiled by every member of the family.

He listened with breathless attention, and at the close broke out with these words "It is very grand indeed! but how much finer it would have been, mamma, if he had said at the close, that God had measured out all those waters with the hollow of His hand!" On another occasion she was explaining to her eight-year-old boy the meaning of the title of a story he was reading, "The Atheist."

He put his strong little eight-year-old arms round her and kissed her full on the mouth. It was the first time, for Robin. Andrews did not kiss. There was no one else. "Don't you like to be kissed?" said Donal, uncertain because she looked so startled and had not kissed him back. "Kissed," she repeated, with a small caught breath. "Ye es." She knew now what it was. It was being kissed.

The horrible fat man, hundreds of miles away from the front, with every convenience for drying sheets, had said those identical words. And in the same greasy, gasping tone. I gaped at the mimetic miracle. It was then that the memory of the eight-year-old child's travesty of myself flashed through my mind.