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Hadn't I better send to Mrs. Clover?" Gammon reflected. "I tell you what, send and ask her to come here to-night; say it's very important. We'll have them face to face by jorrocks, we will!" "Polly mayn't be 'ome before half-past ten or eleven." "Never mind. I tell you we'll have them face to face. If it comes to that I'll pay for a cab for Mrs. Clover to go home in. Tell her to be here at eight.

Bubbles, go down and ask mamma if we mayn't have a little teensy-weensy bit more honey, we are both so hungry." Bubbles took the little glass dish, and went off. "I wish I had a Bubbles," said Florence.

"Now," said Daisy briskly, "you two will just have to entertain each other for a little while, for I am going up to sit with my son while ayah is off duty." "Mayn't we come too?" suggested her cousin, as he rose to open the door. She stood a moment and contemplated him with shining eyes. "You are too magnificent altogether for this doll's house of ours," she declared.

He went home and had a prolonged interview with his father. It was not an agreeable interview to recur to mentally in after time, but in the end Tom gained his point, and a portion of his future patrimony was handed over to him. "I shall be no further trouble to you," he said. "You mayn't ever hear of me again. This is the end of me as far as you are concerned."

I may laugh mayn't I?" As the discomfited humorist fell again to the rear amidst the laughter of the others, Mrs. Brimmer continued naively to Senor Perkins, "Of course, as Don Miguel is a widower, there must be daughters or sisters-in-law who will meet us. Why, the priest, you know even he must have nieces. Really, it's a serious question if we are to accept his hospitality in a social way.

It was fine-weather sailing, he said; and asked, with a laugh, "Who ever heard of the old man standing watch himself?" To the dead reckoning which Herrick still tried to keep, he would pay not the least attention nor afford the least assistance. "What do we want of dead reckoning?" he asked. "We get the sun all right, don't we?" "We mayn't get it always, though," objected Herrick.

"Papa, how much nonsense do you talk in a day?" she said. "I wish the other two would turn up; I'm famished." "Are we to wait on them, papa?" inquired Minnie piteously. "I guess they don't want any tea: lovers never want anything to eat. Mayn't we have it now?" "Yes," said Miss Keane. "Lucy dear, may I trouble you for the teapot. Papa, hand the sugar, and make yourself useful."

You must clear out of this before the officers get sight of your face, and I don't know how much longer I can frighten 'em off. When you get up to Trenowl you can cast loose and run, and it mayn't be time wasted if you make up an alibi as you go along. It don't seem hospitable, I grant ee, but as a smuggler you're too enterprising for this little out-o'-the-way cove."

"You shan't have to wait till to-morrow morning; I'll go down and bring him up. Don't fuss!" "There you go always so cock-a-hoop. He mayn't come in at all." "Well, if he doesn't come in you won't catch him by standing out here in your dressing-gown." Soames rounded the last bend and came in sight of his father's tall figure wrapped in a brown silk quilted gown, stooping over the balustrade above.

Now do go, there's a lamb, and ask your ma if I mayn't come in." Mrs. Sharpe dropped her basket in a pet and stalked back to the house. "It's a peddler-man," she said, crossly, "a-wanting to come in. I told him he couldn't, and it's of no use; and the best thing you can do is to set the dogs on him." "No, no!" cried Mrs. Oleander, shrilly. "Let him come in. I like peddlers.