"So he likes books better now?" I commented. "Well I asked him if he did," said the boy's mother; "and he said he didn't like 'booky' books any better, but he liked this kind, and always would have, if he'd known about them!" Whether my boy friend will learn early to love "booky" books is a bit doubtful perhaps; certainly, however, he has found a companion in one kind of book.

The little book which I am quoting from is called "Indo-Anglian Literature," and is well stocked with "baboo" English clerkly English, booky English, acquired in the schools. Some of it is very funny, almost as funny, perhaps, as what you and I produce when we try to write in a language not our own; but much of it is surprisingly correct and free.

"You ought to have married a man who would love you whatever you did who wouldn't want you to be booky and clever, but would think you perfect in every way. Not a man who feels himself superior to you half the time, and finds fault the other half." "But my husband doesn't find fault." She spoke in a low voice. "Doesn't he?

You'll get the feeling for it in a half a dozen shows and be as keen on it as the rest of us. "But the Emperor is different. Perhaps it's because he is such a booky man and spends so much time in reading and study. But I think not. There never was anybody more of a bookworm than Numisia and she is as wild over the shows as any street-boy in Rome.

"You know I can darn nicely." Lilian took infinite pains. It was slow work, but at last it was accomplished. "You are such a dear, good daughter, and it is said booky people are never anything with a needle, but you could get your living with it." Then she took her work down stairs and came back flushed and smiling. "Look, Lilian," in a tone of pride, "it hardly shows!

Now, me an' Ches was about as different as they ever get, most ways, an' yet we pulled a level double-tree out in the open. I could see the difference between my kind o' talk an' his; but neither one of 'em was the booky kind that Mr.

A blister, to do any good, fixes him so he can't hardly raise his leg fur two weeks. "Well," he went on, "the race fur maidens was the last thing on the card. I'm in the betting-ring when they chalks up the first odds, 'n' my hoss opens at twenty-five-to-one. The two entrance moneys have about cleaned me. I'm only twenty green men strong. I peels off ten of 'em 'n' shoved up to a booky.

Zebby comprehended this, and would have withdrawn; but not to have a single word from her, whom in her heart, she still considered as her young mistress, the faithful creature could not endure; after waiting some minutes in vain, she dropped a second humble courtesy, and said "How you do, Missy? me very glad see you larn booky, but me hopes you spare one look, one wordy, for poor Zebby; me go away one long weeky, to nurse white man baby, pretty as you, Missy."

"A year or two. She was a distant cousin of father's. Her father was Governor of Madras, and her mother was dead. She couldn't stand India for long together, and she used to stay about with relations. Why she took a fancy to me I can't imagine. She's so booky and artistic, and that kind of thing, that I never understood half the time what she was talking about.

Only can't you manage to do it while I am out of town? They do fleck me on the raw." "Hermit beast," she dimpled and shook her finger at him. "I just want you," he said, simply; "or else people who can do something besides spend money or sponge round for it." "Sometimes you frighten me you sound booky." "I'm not; I want real things, Bea. I feel hungry for plain people."