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It cert'ny is nice livin' when you can wear fussy-fixy velvet and silk clothes and lacey waists. John Edward and Elmore, bein' boys, couldn't get no good of them, so we give John Edward the little lace-flounced umberill to carry and Elmore a painted open-and-shut fan. Them's the things the lady give us where mommer sews for," she explained, in answer to Miss Margery's bewildered look.

Geoffrey scoffed at Margery's sentimentalism, put on his most trying air, and declared that if he had his pork and onions served up 'hot and reg'lar, he didn't care how she had her victuals cooked. They were all somewhat appeased, however, when they found that Dr. Winship was as anxious as they for an evening camp-fire, and merely insisted upon the stove because it simplified the cookery.

"What are you doing on the ground?" shrieked Margery, as she stumbled and fell over her little companion. "Why don't you tell me when you are going to sit down, so that I won't fall over you?" "You wouldn't, if you weren't tho fat." "Tommy!" broke in Miss Elting. The whole party had come to a halt, following Margery's mishap. "I beg your pardon, Mith Elting. I forgot. Buthter ithn't dry yet.

Begone, young man, and leave noblemen's wives alone; and I thank God I shall be rid of a numskull! Swift words of explanation rose to Jim's lips, but they paused there and died. At that last moment he could not, as Margery's husband, announce Margery's shame and his own, and transform her father's triumph to wretchedness at a blow. 'I I must leave here, he stammered.

They inquired, amongst other things, if she believed that in the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper the bread and wine became the very body and blood of Christ. "Nay, certes," was Margery's answer.

Margery's eyes rose with some timidity to the coachman's figure. 'You need not mind him, said the Baron. 'He is a foreigner, and heeds nothing. In the space of a short minute she was handed inside; the Baron buttoned up his overcoat, and surprised her by mounting with the coachman. The carriage moved off silently over the long grass of the vista, the shadows deepening to black as they proceeded.

The bewildered Margery was led by the Baron up the steps to the interior of the house, whence the sounds of music and dancing were already proceeding. The tones were strange. At every fourth beat a deep and mighty note throbbed through the air, reaching Margery's soul with all the force of a blow. 'What is that powerful tune, sir I have never heard anything like it? she said.

"You're jealous, Margery," laughed Dolly, in high good humor. "Margery's pretty clever, Bessie, and when it comes to cooking my!" She smacked her lips loudly, as if to express her sense of how well Margery could cook. "But she can't sail a boat!" "Here's Captain Salters now and he's towing the Eleanor, all right, Dolly," cried one of the other girls. "Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Dolly.

Many of them can likewise remember the late Anna Spiesz, sometime wife of Herdegen Schopper; and as to the said Herdegen Schopper, my dear brother, Margery's book of memorabilia right truly shows forth the manner of his life and mind in the bloom of his youth, and verily it is a sorrowful task for me to set forth the decay and end of so noble a man.

"What are you two mooning about," said Amos' voice, as he loomed on them through the dusk. "Enterprises of great pith and moment," replied Levine. "Got any tobacco with you, Amos?" "No! We'd better go in the house, anyhow. The mosquitoes will eat us up. Lydia, Margery's looking for you." And as far as Lydia was concerned, the evening was ended.