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"He must be," answered Polly, as she rose to meet him; "but I should think he would know that papa's at his office, not here." Mr. Baxter was a widower of fifty, whose wife had recently died, leaving him with six children under ten years old. Whatever may have been the motives leading to the match, surely Mrs.

"It is papa's, we know," said Lucy; "but then he will let the house, and we don't know who will have it; people always let houses which they don't live in. He said, one day, that he should let it.

"It IS curious," said Maud, "but I seem to have inherited papa's taste for occupation, without his energy. I wish you would advise me what to do. Can't one find something?" "What does my aunt say?" said Howard. "Oh, she smiles in that mysterious way she has," said Maud, "and says we have to learn to take things as they come.

"That night, in what we call the strong room where papa's safe is."

"Now, give me a good-night kiss, and go to your bed, for it is quite time you were there." As he spoke, he took her in his arms, and held her for a moment in a close embrace. "Papa's dear little girl!" he said softly: "you have never given me a pang, except by your feeble health." "I don't want to, papa: I hope I never, never shall!" she returned, hugging him tight.

Would they try her for murder, and hang her? Oh! then papa's heart would break, losing two of his children in such dreadful ways. "Oh! wouldn't it break anyhow when he heard what she had done, when he knew the baby was dead, and that she had killed it, even if she should not be sent to prison, and tried for murder?"

The scorched and distorted shell of iron which had once been as gallant a ship as ever rode the foam was gone from sight for ever. The silence which followed the disappearance of the Galatea was broken by a plaintive wail from little May, who sobbed out that she was "Oh! so sorry that poor papa's beautiful ship was all burned up."

And their own furniture, the two or three cherished portraits brought from Vale Leston, their father's chair, their mother's sofa, the silk patchwork table-cover that had been the girl's birthday present to Mamma, the bookcase with Papa's precious books, made it seem home- like. 'The mantelpiece is just the same! cried Cherry, delighted, as she recognised all the old ornaments.

And I waited, and waited " "There, there, 'Lina; papa's going to take you straight home to mother." A crash followed as the door yielded, and the famous Paoli gang was in the hands of the law. The Steel Door It was what, in college, we used to call "good football weather" a crisp autumn afternoon that sent the blood tingling through brain and muscle.

Instead of expressing any regret, they had actually dared to complain of having to learn papa's improved catechism. They had even accused him of treating them with severity, because they were poor girls brought up on charity. "If we had been young ladies," they were audacious enough to say, "more indulgence would have been shown to us; we should have been allowed to read stories and to see plays."