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Miss Elizabeth Knight, of Milwaukee, has a beautiful silver tabby, Winifred, the daughter of Whychwood, Miss Kate Loraine Gage's celebrated silver tabby, of Brewster, N.Y. The most perfect "lavender blue" cat belongs to Miss Lucy E. Nichols, of Waterbury, Ct., and is named Roscal. He has beautiful long fur, with a splendid ruff and tail, and is a son of Rosalys and The Beadle. Mrs.
We all have dinner in the parlour, she said, 'like like everybody. But this is our shop, she added, stopping and turning so as to face the others. 'If you please, miss, she went on to Rosalys, 'this is father's shop. If you'll come in, he'll be there. Not a little surprised was Mr.
'You can't get a proper one for a penny, not a silver one, and mamma says imitation ones are bad to wear, said Rosalys. 'I've got my first thimble that's too small now it's real silver. I'll give it you, and that'll leave you threepence for your present. But who's it for? 'Three pennies won't do, said Biddy.
But here Rosalys, who seemed to be turning all of a sudden into a regular chatterbox, was interrupted by more huggings and squeezings, as Rough rather objected to much of this sort of thing, and Biddy had still a great deal to spare even after she had bestowed a full share upon Celestina.
It's like a magic-lantern; no, I mean a peep-show. I wish we had one in our house. Alie, do look. Rosalys came forward, not so eager to take advantage of Biddy's obliging offer as to seize the chance of giving her a little private admonition. 'Biddy, she whispered, 'I'm ashamed of you. I never knew you so free and rude before. Bridget descended dolefully from the chair.
Vane and Rosalys went into; a paper-hanger's for one, or rather a painter's, where wall-papers were sold; and an iron-monger's, where she bought two or three different kinds of small nails, tin tacks, and neat little brass-headed nails. Bridget stayed at the door of both these shops: she thought them not at all interesting, and mamma and Alie did not press her to come in.
The children's laughter sounded merrily in the clear cold air; Bridget plunged about like a little porpoise in the water, and Rosalys quite forgot that she had attained the dignity of her teens. But a bell ringing suddenly some little way off caught their ears. 'That's papa ringing, said Randolph. 'He said he'd have the big dinner-bell rung when it was time for me to go in.
And all the children were sent out for a walk, with the promise of finding papa in the drawing-room when they came in again. But as they were coming home they were met by Rough at the Rectory gate. It was one of his occasional half-days. He ran out to meet them, but he looked rather grave. 'Is papa down? Is he in the drawing-room? cried Rosalys and Biddy.
She did not mean to be rude; she was only surprised and curious; but her rosy cheeks and round eyes looked much less sweet and gentle than Alie's pretty face and soft long-lashed blue eyes, which had always a rather appealing expression. Biddy opened her mouth but did not speak. The little stranger grew very red. Rosalys spoke to her gently.
She had never had any friend to tea in her life; father was always tired in the evening, and she was far from sure that a chattering child like Biddy would not annoy him and make his head ache. So poor Celestina was rather silent and grave on the way home; Biddy's thoughtless proposal had taken the edge off her happiness. On her way back to the house Bridget met Rosalys.
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