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At recreation-time in the garden Janey ran up to ask how she had got on. "J'ai, tu as, il a," said Bessie, and laughed with radiant audacity. Her phantoms were already vanishing into thin air. Not many French girls were yet present. The next noon-day they were doubled. By Saturday all were come, and answered to their names when the roll was called, the great and dreadful Miss Hiloe amongst them.

"I only wanted to be kinder to her. When Miss Vincent told us that story yesterday, I couldn't help thinking of Cordelia, and that we might be on the wrong track with her, as those horrid girls were with Miss Vincent." "'Those horrid girls'! What does she mean, Alice?" asked Janey. Alice repeated Miss Vincent's story.

"Don't I!" and as Jane said this, she dropped down upon Polly's little bed, and covered her face with her hands. "Oh, Jane, Janey! what's the matter? Has somebody hurted your feelings?" "No, no," answered Jane, brokenly; "nobody in particular. I I felt lonesome. I do sometimes when I get to thinking I don't belong to anybody and nobody belongs to me."

Janey perverted her. Women were an illegible manuscript, and ladies a closed book of the binding, to this raw philosopher, or he would not so coldly have judged the young wife, anxious on her husband's account, that they might escape another scorching. He carried away his impression. Livia listened to a remark on his want of manners. 'Russett puts it to the credit of his honesty, she said.

Janey, with many embraces, tore herself from Margaret, and went off with her attendant; while Mrs. St John Deloraine, with a beaming face, gave the coachman the order "Home." "We shall see you to-morrow at luncheon," she cried to Barton; and no offer of hospitality had ever been more welcome.

It was understood in the family that he "was writing," and all was kept very quiet in the house; yet not sufficiently quiet, for Janey, when she brought in the coffee, placing it on the table close to the door, was startled by the fierceness of the exclamation with which her father greeted her entrance. "What do you want prying here?" he said, dropping his hand over the writing.

Archer and Janey in the course of their continental travels, and displayed a supernatural acuteness in finding out when they were to pass through London on their way to or from the States. The intimacy became indissoluble, and Mrs.

She says, that if she feels for suffering people, it is because she is the child of Chillon's mother. In like manner Chillon is the son of Janey's father. 'Mr. Woodseer came every other evening. Our only enlivenment. Livia followed her policy, in refusing to call. We lived luxuriously; no money, not enough for a box at the opera, though we yearned you can imagine. Janey likes them.

Janey, who was sitting next to Anthony, paused from her meal to sniff, then exclaimed in a voice of delight: "Oh! it is Anthony's coat tails. Just look, they are turning quite brown. Why, Anthony, you must be as beautifully done as the beef. If you can sit there and say nothing, you are a Christian martyr wasted, that's all."

I still had five hundred francs on me, an' so we raised hell until one day we was havin' dinner in the cafe de Paris, both of us sort of jagged up, an' we didn't have enough money to pay the bill an' Janey made a run for it, but an M. P. got me an' then there was hell to pay.... Compree?