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Girls are so silly!” said Marcus, impatiently. “I wish you would not set up to lecture me, Miss?” and the brother walked angrily away. “For shame! For shame!” shouted little Meg, who had been an unnoticed listener to the conversation, and her slender finger was pointed at her brother.

"Girls," said Meg seriously, looking from the tumbled head beside her to the two little night-capped ones in the room beyond, "Mother wants us to read and love and mind these books, and we must begin at once. We used to be faithful about it, but since Father went away and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have neglected many things.

"But we had dinner at one o'clock, Pip, and yours is saved as usual," said Meg, pouring out tea with a lavish allowance of hot water and sugar. "Boiled mutton and carrots and rice pudding!" returned her brother witheringly. "Why shouldn't we have roast fowl and custard and things?" "Yes, why shouldn't we?" echoed little greedy Bunty; his eyes lighting up.

What could be simpler than to walk along the roof of the porch, raise a window and get in? He could gather up more snow, too, as he went along, and just wouldn't he wash Meg's face for her! "What you going to do?" asked Twaddles, as Bobby hoisted his window. Dot and Twaddles, tiring of their own fracas, had come in search of Meg and Bobby.

But you have lost all stay. She fumbled in an immense pocket, from which she produced a greasy purse 'Many's the awmous your house has gi'en Meg and hers; and she has lived to pay it back in a small degree; and she placed the purse in his hand.

A tribe of these itinerants, to whom Meg Merrilies appertained, had long been as stationary as their habits permitted, in a glen upon the estate of Ellangowan. They had there erected a few huts, which they denominated their "city of refuge," and where, when not absent on excursions, they harboured unmolested, as the crows that roosted in the old ash-trees around them.

Freddy's eyes followed her. "Not the life for a girl, somehow," he said, a line of worry puckering his forehead, and for a few moments his thoughts deserted his work. It became faulty; he had to use his india-rubber over and over again. It was Meg's vision of Akhnaton that had intruded itself upon his work; he must drag his thoughts back again. Meg had told him about her vision.

When Hatty went to bed, on the evening of her return, she found Meg fast asleep, and apparently as much at home as if she had always had a right to talk ofour room,” instead of being one of the children in the nursery.

And I adore her necklace. She's like the pictures one sees in The Queen. It must be lovely to have a pretty mother." Diana was looking at Meg with an unfathomable expression in her grey eyes. "Don't you call your mother pretty, then?" she asked. "Oh, yes! she's a darling; but she's had her day. She's not a society beauty, is she?" "N-n-n-o, I suppose not," said Diana thoughtfully.

Miles walked slowly back to Amber Guiting that warm May evening. He had a good deal to think over, for he had come to a momentous decision. When he thought of Meg as he had just seen her small and tremulous and tearful he clenched his big hands and made a sound in his throat not unlike William's growl. When he pictured her angry onslaught upon William, he laughed.