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On coming in from recess this same day, Emmy Lou found the pencil on her desk again, the beautiful new pencil in the gilded paper. She put it back. But when she reached home, the pencil, the beautiful pencil that cost all of five cents, was in her companion box along with her stumps and her sponge and her grimy little slate rags. And about the pencil was wrapped a piece of paper.

But with a nervous jerk I shook her hand off my shoulder and in a choking voice said: "Do not touch me. I am not worthy of you." The hand dropped and I realized that she became somewhat cooler and more cautious. Of course she began to suspect something very bad. "Can't you tell me, Vico?" she asked, not unkindly but much more severely. "No, Emmy.

So, for one instant, they stood, incapable of giving any explanation to the meekly inquiring old man who had disturbed their quarrel. Alf, so helpless before the girls, was steeled by the interruption. He took two steps towards Emmy. "We'll have this out later on," he said. "Meanwhile ... Come on, Em! It's just on eight. Come along, there's a good girl!"

Yet what man does not know in his heart that the best women God bless them lean, in their characters, either to the sweet passiveness of Emmy or to the sensitive and jealous affections of Helen?

"I wish Glowry was choked with her Man of Sin and her Battle of Armageddon," cried the other, and the carriage rolled away over Putney Bridge. But this sort of society was too cruelly genteel for Emmy, and all jumped for joy when a foreign tour was proposed. Am Rhein

The school-house was the castle of the Ogress. And the forty little girls in the Fourth Reader were the captives the captive Princesses kept by Miss Lizzie until certain tasks were performed. One looked at Problems differently now. One saw Copy-books through a glamour. They were tasks, and each task done, the nearer release from Miss Lizzie. Did one fail ? Emmy Lou held her breath.

'He'll find they don't coalesce, or his children will. Once the masses are uppermost! It's a bad day, Dacier, when we 've no more gentlemen in the land. Emmy backs him, so I hold my tongue. To-morrow's a Sunday. I wish you were staying here; I 'd take you to church with me-we shirk it when we haven't a care. It couldn't do you harm. I've heard capital sermons.

My dreams attained their former sublime splendor, and for the first time in my life I had some one to whom I could confide them. I still saw Emmy in my dreams occasionally, but not so often, and it will surprise no one to hear that it did not excite Elsje's jealousy, and that she begged me to tell her of her. Elsje also asked me whether I would call herself once more.

Emmy could not know the peril he had past: and wretched Julian would now have dreadful reason of his own for this mysterious absence: and it was a pleasant thing to trudge along so freely in the starlight, on the private embassy of love. Happy Charles!

Miss Emmy, Miss Emmy, I am afraid madam knows nothing of all this matter. 'Suppose he should be my husband, nurse, answered Amelia.

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