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I say, Milly lass, will ye see if Governor be done wi' the Curate? Do. I'm a losing the whole day along o' him. Milly jumped up, accustomed to obey her brother, and as she passed me, whispered, with a wink 'Money. And away she went. Dudley whistled a tune, and swung his foot like a pendulum, as he followed her with his side-glance.

"So so this is your idea of playing the game, is it?" he demanded presently. She nodded. "Well," he replied helplessly, "I would to God I dared be as good a sport as you are, Nan Brent! Hear me, now, lass. Think of the thing in life you want to do and the place where you want to do it " She interrupted him. "No, no, Mr. McKaye; there can be no talk of money between us.

"God bless you," he said, taking her hand; "you are the best friend a man ever had." Pete Ellinwood, alone except for the cook, who sat peeling potatoes just outside the galley, paced the quarter-deck of the Charming Lass.

"Pray, who asked you to stand up for him, Miss?" replied my Aunt Kezia. "`A still tongue makes a wise head, lass. I'll tell you what, I rather fancy Mrs Desborough thinks me rough above a bit. If I'm to be stroked alongside of these fine folks here, I shall feel rough, I've no doubt.

He hastened to go in that they might not see that he was weeping. "Mother does not know how kindly the wench has meant it all," he sobbed. Good heavens! what if she had used butter for his boots, if she had only meant well. Never would he turn such a lass out of the house. Then the wife gave it up altogether, and let the big kitchen wench rule as best she might.

Then she was overcome with pleasure at the beautiful place and that nature was so wonderfully near. She felt as if she had found again something she had lost long, long ago. People thought she was a city girl. But she had become a country lass as soon as she put her foot on the sandy path. She felt instantly that she belonged to the country.

Nick laughed and blushed, and Carew laughed. "What, doth he sing? Why, Nick, come, tune that skylark note of thine for little Golden-heart and me. 'Twill make her think she hears the birds in verity and, Nick, the lass hath never seen a bird that sang, except within a cage. Nay, lad, this is no cage!" he cried, as Nick looked about and sighed.

He could not trust himself to discuss the butler's eyes at length. "Don't be late for dinner, will you, uncle?" she entreated him. "Dinner!" he cried. "I had my dinner at Derby. What about my tea?" "I mean tea," she said. He went upstairs again to his room, but did not stay there a moment. In the corridor he met Helen, swishing along. "Look here, lass," he stopped her.

I've got a chance on now me and a friend of mine that's first-rate." "What brought you back to Canada?" "Well, it was your aunt, Mrs. Harriet Sykes. Ever hear of her, George?" Anderson shook his head. "You must have heard of her when you were a little chap. When I left Ayrshire in 1840 she was a lass of sixteen; never saw her since.

There's Charley to t' fore now, which if a'd married him, he'd not ha' been; and he's said more nor once what a pretty lass yo'd grow into by-and-by. Molly's prosperity was giving her an independence and fearlessness of talk such as had seldom appeared hitherto; and certainly never before Mrs. Robson.