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The Foreign Office, of course, is full of interest, and its social traditions have always been of the most dignified sort from the days when Mr. Ranville-Ranville used to frequent Mrs. Perkins's Balls to the existing reign of Sir Thomas Sanderson and Mr. Eric Barrington.
The illustrations in the book show hints for simple costuming which may be followed when desired. Mrs. Perkins's illustrations can be used in other ways also. Children will enjoy sketching many of them, since their simple style makes them especially available in this way.
"As you will face it now, like the bravest woman in the West. 'Red' Perkins's gang of outlaws are out there, and they mean to take Mr. Grayson to hold for ransom, and you " Her eyes looked straight into his, and suddenly they shone with all the fulness of love and confidence. "They will not take me while you are here," she said. "Not if we have to die together.
Luckily Johnnie remembered that meeting which Cis had proposed, and this served to change the subject. By advice from Cis, later on, he was insured against Mr. Perkins's being so disappointed again. Cis gave him some powder; and he got fair results from her old brush. So far as he was concerned, the meeting between Cis and Mr. Perkins proved utterly profitless.
'Hush! says he; and the gentleman with whom he was talking moved off, with rather a discomfited air. When he was gone Wagley burst out laughing. 'COAL-BLACK eyes! said he; 'you've just hit it. That's Mrs. Sackville Maine, and that was her husband who just went away. He's a coal-merchant, Snob my boy, and I have no doubt Mr. Perkins's Wallsends are supplied from his wharf.
Perkins's curiosity was roused, and Sally Ann was called to see who the stranger was. But for a wonder, Sally Ann didn't know, though she "guessed the hoss was one of the East Chicopee livery." "He's talkin' to Liddy Knight," said she, at the same time holding back the curtain, and stepping aside so as not to be visible herself. "Try if you can hear what he's sayin," whispered Mrs.
Perkins's house in Bedford Row: and the reader is further to be informed that an immense friendship had sprung up between these two gentlemen.
"Let that go for the moment. Do you know Miss Brewster's insulter?" "No." "Are you telling me the truth?" asked the Southerner sternly. The begoggled one's chin jerked up. To the trained eye of Cluff, swift to interpret physical indications, it seemed that Perkins's weight had almost imperceptibly shifted its center of gravity.
YOU went on Tuesday to joy and happiness, with your mother and YOUR DEVOTED YOUNG SOLDIER by your side; and I thought of you all night, dancing at the Perkins's, the prettiest, I am sure, of all the young ladies at the Ball. I did not sleep one single wink the whole night. Sir Pitt is not what we silly girls, when we used to read Cecilia at Chiswick, imagined a baronet must have been.
"I'se a-gwine ter shine up ter dat yeller Suky dat's been a-holdin' her head so high ober ter Marse Perkins's. I'se invited ter play ober dar ter- night, an' I'll make dat gal open her eye.
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