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"And the name of the song," added the poetess after a melancholy verse or two, "is 'Sorrow, or 'Miss Bibby." Muffie told of the appearance of Mrs. Gowan and the heroic conduct of Pauline in announcing their contagion. Lynn paused in her agreeable occupation of slicing up her banana and adding strawberry jam and milk to it.
"Not a butcher," said Lynn, who was sensitive and never could pass the shop of hanging carcases without a shudder, "but a baker would be very nice, and make drop cakes seven for sixpence. Oh, I could eat a drop cake, couldn't you?" "A Benson's one," said Pauline dreamily; "they're the sweetest." "But there are more currants in Dunks's," said Muffie. "I shall spend my penny there."
"It came on Thursday," she said, "I remember tearing a page out to make a boat for Muffie I meant to have torn an advertisement page, but found later it had part of a story of yours on it." "What was the tale called?" "The Hypocrites." "And my signature to it?" "Yes, certainly." "Great heavens, girl, don't you see what your carelessness has done?
"Have you seen her yet, K? Does she seem at all cut up?" "Seen her!" repeated Kate, her mouth a-tremble with sympathy. "Yes, I went over at once, and she saw me coming and ran this way and then that to get away from me. And when she couldn't she just dropped down against the bank on the lawn and sobbed and cried as heartbrokenly as Muffie might have done." "I say!" said Hugh.
"Yes, yes," murmured Miss Bibby, looking up with bright eyes from some writing she was engaged upon, "just this once, dear, but be careful not to " But Muffie had sprung away again, and what she had to avoid with the cloth, whether tearing it into holes, or getting mud on it, or losing it, or wetting it, she did not wait to hear.
"Look here," said Pauline, the judicial look of her father in her eyes, "that's just talk about putting it down our backs. I thought it all out that day Muffie ate the green peach. You know Miss Bibby said then she'd put it down her back the castor-oil, you know.
This was marvellous perspicacity of thought; Lynn looked admiringly down at her sister, and Muffie stood, with her mouth open, digesting this freshly-minted fact, and making clear resolutions for all future consequences of green peaches. They fell to playing again, Lynn remaining in the tree, however. Mrs.
"That will do, Max," said Miss Bibby, coldly. "I shall consider you in disgrace, until you have told Anna and Muffie you are sorry." "I've done wiv bibs," shouted Max. "Go and stand in that corner, Max," Miss Bibby said with unexpected sternness in her tone. Max scrambled off his chair as if he could hardly reach the place indicated fast enough.
"I go purple, Miss Bibby says so," said Muffie complacently. "I go nearly lack in the face," said Max. It was possible that Pauline, who being ten was always superior, would have laid claim herself to some still darker shade of complexion but that a diversion occurred at the moment.
"You could spit it out," said Muffie eagerly, "like when they gave me the castor-oil; and it was the last in the bottle, so they couldn't give me any more." "But there are gallons more in my bottle," Lynn said dolefully, "and you heard what she said about putting it down my back."
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