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Tudor had betrayed himself at that moment; but she went on very quietly, 'Ursie dear, I know Mr. Tudor cares for me; he does not always hide it, though he tries to do so. You see he is so real and honest that he cannot help showing things. 'Jill, I exclaimed anxiously, 'what would your mother say if she knew this? 'I think she does know it, replied Jill calmly. 'She does not care for Mr.

There are many others, and a recent charming addition to our stock is "Chimneys and Fairies," by Rose Fyleman. One thing we should not neglect, and that is the child's sense of humour. For the very young this is probably satisfied by the cow that jumps over the moon, the dish that runs after the spoon, Jill tumbling after Jack, and Miss Muffet running away from the spider.

"The evidence," insisted Lockley again, "is that he saw monsters. The only reason to doubt it is that they blindfolded four of us." Jill seemed to think very hard. Presently she said resolutely, "I'm going to keep on hoping anyhow!" "Good girl!" said Lockley. They waited. He was impatient, both with fate and with himself.

I've no money, and I can't do anything to make it." "Honetht?" "Honest." "That's tough." The cherub pondered, her round eyes searching Jill's face. "Why don't you get married?" Jill laughed. "Nobody's asked me." "Somebody thoon will. At least, if he's on the level, and I think he is.

One would have thought he had to make up for lost time, as he strode through the station and up the long road. Had Jill really taken his fancy, I wondered? had her big eyes and quaint speeches bewitched him? Mr.

Elsewhere other groups had formed, and the room was filled with a noise like the chattering of starlings. In a body by themselves, rather forlorn and neglected, half a dozen solemn and immaculately dressed young men were propping themselves up against the wall and looking on, like men in a ball-room who do not dance. Jill listened to the conversation without taking any great part in it herself.

Even the old boiler pleased her, and Jack raced over the beach to begin his search for inhabitants for the new aquarium, leaving Jill to make friends with some pretty babies digging in the sand, while Mamma sat on the camp-stool and talked with a friend from Harmony Village.

The Army'll know by this time what's happened. They'll send copters to get you out. They'll send help of some sort, somehow. But you look after Jill!" Vale's voice changed. "Wait. I heard something. Wait!" Silence. Around Lockley there were the usual sounds of the wilderness. Insects made chirping noises. Birds called.

Come and rest, you look so tired;" and Jill held out her hands to greet them a crumpled handkerchief in one and a little bunch of fading lilies in the other. Jack sat down in the low chair beside her and leaned his head against the arm of the sofa, for he was tired.

So the hour that began with tears ended with music and laughter, and a new pleasure to think of for the future. After that day Jill exerted all her fortitude, for she liked to have the boys call her brave and admire the cheerful way in which she endured two hours of discomfort.