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Somers, who saw that she had small chance of selling the locket to Clemmy, was now addressing herself to the elder girl more likely to have sufficient pocket-money, and whom, at all events, it was quite safe to trust. "The ring fits you so nicely, Miss Mordaunt, and every young lady of your age wears at least one ring; allow me to put it up."
IT was a very merry party at the vicarage that evening. Lily had not been prepared to meet Kenelm there, and her face brightened wonderfully as at her entrance he turned from the book-shelves to which Mr. Emlyn was directing his attention. But instead of meeting his advance, she darted off to the lawn, where Clemmy and several other children greeted her with a joyous shout.
'More witnessing for you and me, perhaps, Clemmy! 'Lor! replied his fair companion, with her favourite twist of her favourite joints. 'I wish it was me, Britain! 'Wish what was you? 'A-going to be married, said Clemency. Benjamin took his pipe out of his mouth and laughed heartily. 'Yes! you're a likely subject for that! he said.
"When Clemmy saw the name on the rifle, he asked what it meant and I told him it was named after a pal of mine back home in the U.S.A. Tom Slade. Little I knew you were waltzing around the war zone on that thing of yours. I almost laughed in his face when he said, 'M'soo Tommee should be proud."
Lily turned resolutely from the perilous counter, taking up a paper that contained a new ribbon she had bought for Blanche, and Clemmy reluctantly followed her out of the shop.
But to return to the more interesting question of half holidays; I declare that Clemmy is leading off your husband in triumph. He is actually going to be Puss in the Corner." "When you know more of Charles, I mean my husband, you will discover that his whole life is more or less of a holiday.
"I was coming to you, my dear Mr. Chillingly, first to thank you for the very pretty present with which you have gladdened the heart of my little Clemmy, and next to ask you to come with me quietly to-day to meet Mr. , the celebrated antiquarian, who came to Moleswich this morning at my request to examine that old Gothic tomb in our churchyard.
'Hearty, Clemmy, hearty. 'Bless their precious faces! said Mrs. 'Give us a kiss, old man! Mr. Britain promptly complied. 'I think, said Mrs. Britain, applying herself to her pockets and drawing forth an immense bulk of thin books and crumpled papers: a very kennel of dogs'-ears: 'I've done everything.
"A clean, wholesome girl," said of her Contractor Hodskiss, who cultivated affability towards the lower orders; "knows her place, and talks sense. You keep that girl, Clemmy." "Do you think she knows enough?" hazarded the maternal Hodskiss. "Quite sufficient for any decent woman," retorted the contractor.
Why, Clemmy, he's one of the oldest Boston families, rich from his father and grandfather rich when I was a shopkeeper and your mother" "I thought you liked Grant?" she said quietly. "Yes, but if YOU have no choice nor feeling in the matter, why Shipley is far the better man. And if any of the scandal should come to his ears" "So much the better that the hesitation should come from me.
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