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"I tell you 'ow 'tis with me, Mistoo Itchlin, I've p'oject that manneh myseff; in weading a book w'en I see a beaucheouz idee, I juz take a pencil" he drew one from his pocket "check! I check it. So w'en I wead the same book again, then I take notiz I've check that idee and I look to see what I check it faw. 'Ow you like that invention, eh?"
He was rapturously content when his mother decided that the fairy books and Toby and brown-faced Ben might still be his companions. "You see the soldiers are men, dear, and they probably read these when they were little boys." "But won't I wead them when I grow up, Mother?" "You may want to read older books."
"I 'spects," said Diana, looking very solemnly into her face, "that you and me, we has both got the same enemies." "The same enemies! My dear child, what do you mean?" asked Miss Ramsay. "I 'spects I's wight," said Diana, tossing her black head. "I's not often wrong. I wead your thoughts I think that you has a desp'ate hate, down deep in your heart, to Aunt Jane."
"Ha, ha! why, to tell truth, I HAVE wead the cowespondence to which you allude: it's a gweat favowite at court. I was talking with Spwing Wice and John Wussell about it the other day." "Well, and what do you think of it?" says Sir John, looking mity waggish for he knew it was me who roat it.
After the retirement of Professor Williams in 1877, Charles K. Wead, Vermont, '71, became Acting Professor of Physics, to be succeeded in 1885 by Henry Smith Carhart, Wesleyan, '69, who held the chair of Physics and the Directorship of the Physical Laboratory until his retirement in 1905. His successor was John Oren Reed, '85, who became also Dean of the Literary Department in 1907.
"Don't you laugh at Polly's things. She makes nicer dolls than you, Fan; and she can wite and dwar ever so much better than Tom," cried Maud. "How do you know? I never saw her draw," said Tom. "Here 's a book with lots of pictures in it. I can't wead the witing; but the pictures are so funny."
"I can wead them to my little boys," he said, hopefully, "and to their little boys after that," and having thus established a long line of prospective worshippers of his own special gods, he turned to other things. General Drake, growing gradually better, went now and then in his warm closed car for a ride through the Park.
"One used to have to be a German now one must dance with Tatawinova and Madame Kwudener, and wead Ecka'tshausen and the bwethwen. Oh, they should let that fine fellow Bonaparte lose he'd knock all this nonsense out of them! Fancy giving the command of the Semenov wegiment to a fellow like that Schwa'tz!" he cried.
Arthur drew away with sober dignity. Anne's caresses interfered with his serious occupation. "I was w'iting Santa a letter," he explained. "But I can't w'ite weal good. I'm fwead he can't wead it. Wouldn't you w'ite my letter, Anne?" he asked, gazing doubtfully at his scribbling. "That I will. I'll write just what you tell me," said Anne. "Give me the pencil.
Under it is written: "Do not think you have seen all Until you have visited Faneuil Hall!" "And Rosy Posy has one, too," said Marjorie. "Let sister read it, dear." "Yes, Middy wead my post-card," and the baby handed it over. "This is a lovely one," said Marjorie. "See, it's all bright-colored flowers, and it says: "The Boston Common's bright and gay, With tulips in a brave array."
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