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I have not got enough, not by a great deal." "And what is it, Miss Clemmy?" asked Kenelm. The two girls turned round at his voice, and Clemmy's face brightened. "Look here," she said, "is it not too lovely?" The object thus admired and coveted was a little gold locket, enriched by a cross composed of small pearls.
He saw two young forms bending over the counter, examining the contents of a glass case. One of these customers was Clemmy; in the other there was no mistaking the slight graceful shape of Lily Mordaunt. Clemmy was exclaiming, "Oh, it is so pretty, Mrs. Somers! but," turning her eyes from the counter to a silk purse in her hand, she added sorrowfully, "I can't buy it.
I have not got enough, not by a great deal." "And what is it, Miss Clemmy?" asked Kenelm. The two girls turned round at his voice, and Clemmy's face brightened. "Look here," she said, "is it not too lovely?" The object thus admired and coveted was a little gold locket, enriched by a cross composed of small pearls.
The one before the last was very snowy in the forenoon, with hail in the afternoon; and the one before that was so mild, that I found an overcoat really uncomfortable. The one before " "Excuse me for the interruption," said Mrs. Frump, suddenly, "but I can't help saying how much Mr. Maltboy looks like Dr. Warts. Doesn't he, Clemmy?" "Like Dr. Warts!" exclaimed Miss Whedell. "Who's he?"
Benjamin took his pipe from his lips, and laughed till the tears ran down his face. 'What a natural you are, Clemmy! he said, shaking his head, with an infinite relish of the joke, and wiping his eyes. Clemency, without the smallest inclination to dispute it, did the like, and laughed as heartily as he. 'I can't help liking you, said Mr.
"Miss Burrows!" sighed Clemmy, very scornfully. But Kenelm's attention was distracted from Clemmy's locket to a little ring which Lily had been persuaded by Mrs. Somers to try on, and which she now drew off and returned with a shake of the head. Mrs.
Kenelm joined the children, amidst whom Lily seemed not the least childlike. Resisting all overtures from Clemmy to join their play, he seated himself on a sloping bank at a little distance, an idle looker-on. His eye followed Lily's nimble movements, his ear drank in the music of her joyous laugh. Could that be the same girl whom he had seen tending the flower-bed amid the gravestones? Mrs.
Emlyn himself felt in the presence of a pretty wayward innocent child, the companion and friend of his Clemmy. Mrs. Braefield was more discerning; but she had a good deal of tact, and did not as yet scare Kenelm away from her house by letting him see how much she had discerned.
"And how did you like Washington, my child?" said the fond father, in his tenderest voice. "I hate it!" said Mrs. Chiffield, hurrying into the house, as if she were running away from her husband. "Hum. Well, I'm not surprised that she dislikes the capital. I believe most visitors do. Clemmy seems to be a little nervous from travelling, eh?" Mr. Whedell addressed these remarks to his son-in-law.
Lily turned resolutely from the perilous counter, taking up a paper that contained a new ribbon she had bought for Blanche, and Clemmy reluctantly followed her out of the shop.
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