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Septimus in a way that disconcerted her a good deal, "no silly nervousness!" To Aunt Hester he portrayed Irene's hat. "Not one of your great flopping things, sprawling about, and catching the dust, that women are so fond of nowadays, but a neat little " he made a circular motion of his hand, "white veil capital taste."

Instead of talking about editors in a bright and vigorous fashion, as the recipients of rejections are wont, the husband groans and covers his face with his hands, and the wife, leaving the touching little story she is writing she posts this about 9 p.m., and it brings in a publisher and £100 or so before 10.30 comforts him by flopping suddenly over his shoulder.

"Ah, but when I sing Electra Thais the real me no namby-pamby Marguerite no pearls that's how I feel about Thais as if she were a great opal full of fire. Hair," flopping her head backward with a bounce of curls, "is hot it restricts. These curls they are all hot and crawly around my neck, holding me." "Poor Harry! You remember how he used to love to take you out walking to show off your curls?"

Edith said; "I remember it because of Maurice's gallantry in giving the flopping girl his coat he was a perfect Sir Walter Raleigh! Remember, Maurice?"

He threw down his rod and went into the house; Eleanor, in her flopping pink slippers, hurried after him.... "I did so want to have you to myself," she said; "you don't mind not going fishing with those children, do you?" He said, listlessly: "Oh no. But don't let's attempt the cabin stunt."

But he had smiled bravely at her in spite of the trouble in his blue eyes. "Don't mind, Mums. It is all right," he had said steadily. "We've got to win. We can't risk my darned ankle's flopping. It's the bleachers for me. The game's the thing." The game had always been the thing for Phil.

As if conscious that it was being talked about, the burro lifted its head and eyed the four mournfully, its ears loosely flopping. "How?" questioned Paw, waggling his beard disparagingly. "Spit 'n 'is eye?" "Talk 'm t' death," Hank guessed with imbecile shrewdness. "Think-I-can't? What'll y'bet?"

"Ping!" spoke the air rifle. In a stall a frisky young mule wheeled around and kicked the bars continuously like a rapid-fire gun. Old Frank, who had lain soberly down, sprang to his feet with pricked ears and eager eyes. From without came a hoarse, faint squawk and heavy flopping of wings. Out of breath, Tommy turned round. "I hit him, F'ank!" he gasped.

It was a venture of despair; but there was no despair in that heart of oak. Swift as a flood, and as silent, he made for the wall, the despatch- bag flopping in the small of his back. And his silence added to the terror of his coming. The white-hearted crew huddling behind the wall felt it. Here and there a scared head dodged up only to duck again.

'No, replied the woman, flopping away at another chair, and arranging the crimson velvet curtains on the holders. Mr. Sponge was rather nonplussed. His red coat did not command the respect that a red coat generally does. The fact was, they had such queer people in red coats at Nonsuch House, that a red coat was rather an object of suspicion than otherwise.