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"To my rooms to write some necessary letters." "Of course not to pack your trunk?" "Cora," he returned, goaded; "sometimes you're just impossible. I'll come to-morrow forenoon." "Then don't bring the car. I'm tired of motoring and tired of lunching in that rotten hole. We can talk just as well in the library. Papa's better, and that little fiend will be in school to-morrow. Come out about ten."
"I wiss you didn't want me to go," urged Dick, but he was a sweet-tempered little soul, so he yielded to Mally's gentle pull, and suffered her to lead him in-doors. Upstairs they went, past Mally's room, Papa's, up another flight of stairs, and into the attic chamber where Dick slept alone. It was a tiny chamber. The ceiling was low, and the walls sloped inward like the sides of a tent.
"Yes, yes, indeed!" returned Lulu, with warmth; "all his children, but especially me, I think, because I'm the naughtiest and have the hardest work trying to be good. I'm often surprised at papa's patience with me and the trouble he takes to help me in my hard fight with my passionate, wilful temper." Just then Grace's voice was heard at the door, "Happy New Year, Eva and Lu! May I come in?"
But with regard to our little Crown-Prince's intellectual culture, there is another Document, specially from Papa's hand, which, if we can redact, adjust and abridge it, as in the former case, may be worth the reader's notice, and elucidate some things for him.
"I?" she answered. "Oh, Monsieur Edouard Sir Reginald, I mean I am so happy on board this beautiful ship that I feel I shall never want to leave her. Please accept papa's answer as mine also." "I am really very much obliged to you all for so cheerfully and readily falling in with my wishes," said Sir Reginald.
Maurice turned round with mouth open at hearing of papa's anger with Ulick, and the accusation of having brought his friend into trouble. 'Why, Maurice, you remember how unhappy we were, Gilbert and all.
Papa's domestic comfort is broken up by the separation in his family, and the associations of this place lie upon me, struggle as I may, like the oppression of a perpetual night-mare. It is an instinct of self-preservation which impels me to escape or to try to escape.
I'm quite accustomed to strolling by myself round the cliff. I wouldn't make you miss your dinner for worlds. And besides, papa's not far off. He went away from me, rambling." The two young men, accepting their dismissal in the sense in which it was intended, saluted her deferentially, and turned away on their own road. But Cleer took the path to Michael's Crag, by the gully.
"I would like it much too, very much, but papa bade me always have a lady friend with me; and and besides," she added with hesitation, and blushing more deeply than before, "papa's friend. Mr. Travilla, is to go with us. I I have promised that he shall be my escort to-day."
She did not answer. "It must be rather late, isn't it?" she asked. He let her see his watch, and she said, "Yes, it's very late," and led the way within. "I must look after my packing; papa's always so prompt, and I must justify myself for making him let me give up my maid when we left home; we expect to get one in Dresden. Good-night!"
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