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"Well, we'll see," returns the Boodie, in a reserved tone; after which Mr. Browne once more returns to his seat and his senses. But, unfortunately, the Boodie has not yet quite finished all she has to say.
"It seems like a hundred thousand years since you went away," says Dulce, with a little happy sigh, after which every one crowds around him, and he is welcomed with extreme joy into the family circle again. Indeed, the Boodie exhibits symptoms of insanity, and dances round him with a vivacity that a dervish might be proud of.
"I never heard anything so mean," says the Boodie, alluding to his unprofitable visit to the metropolis, "I wouldn't" with the finest, the most withering disgust "have believed it of you!
I bore it heroically, because I knew the Boodie was regarding me sternly, but I could have wept bitterly; I don't know if all walls are the same, but the garden wall hurts very much." "I wonder where Dicky gets all his stories," says Dulce, admiringly. "He evolves them out of his inner consciousness," replies Sir Mark. Meantime, Jacky draws nearer and nearer.
"So I do," says the Boodie, in fond remembrance of the biggest doll in Christendom. "But " She hesitates. "'I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not Fabian more," parodies Mr. Browne, regretfully. "Well, I forgive you. But I thought it was Roger on whom you had set your young affections. By the by, he has disappointed you, hasn't he?
Portia, in the distance, bending over an easel; Julia is forming some miraculous flower, that never yet was seen by land or sea, on a coarse towel, with some crewel wools; the Boodie is lying on her little fat stomach, drawing diligently with a slate and pencil; Dulce, charmingly idle, is leaning back in a lounging chair, doing nothing.
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