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Phyllis whispered in his ear: "Guardy, do look; he will stare at me like that. Isn't it awful like a boiled rabbit?" Bob Pillin, attentive to Mrs. Larne, was gazing with all his might over her shoulder at the girl. The young man was moonstruck, that was clear! There was something almost touching in the stare of those puppy dog's eyes.

She threw back her head, and again Bob Pillin felt a little giddy. He collected himself, and drawled: "Are you going in to see your Guardy?" "No. Mother's got something special to say. We've never been here before, you see. Isn't he fun, though?" "Fun!" "I think he's the greatest lark; but he's awfully nice to me. Jock calls him the last of the Stoic'uns."

Then in the morning we can get up early, have our breakfast, and drive back here in time before the men come. Now isn't that perfectly spick-and-span for a plan?" "Leslie! But, dear, that would cost a lot! And, besides, it isn't in the least necessary." "Cost has nothing to do with it. Look!" and Leslie flourished a handful of bills. "See what Guardy Lud gave me!

They made the rounds of the college buildings and campus with growing enthusiasm, and then drove back to the inn to lunch with hearty appetites. "Let's go down to the house, and measure things, and look around once more," proposed Leslie. "Then we can come back and wait here for Guardy. We mustn't be away when he arrives, for he'll want to get everything fixed up and get away. I know him.

Pink was ever her color; the hue of the flushing of spring, of the rising blood in the cheek of maidenhood, and the tenderest of the fruit-blooms was not more downy-soft of tint than the face it bent to brush. At the close of the task, a heavy voice startled her. "What's all this about?" "Uncle Guardy! You mustn't, you really mustn't come in on tiptoe that way."

Bob Pillin saw her white round throat, and thought: 'She is a ripper! And he said with a certain desperation: "My name's Pillin. Yours is Larne, isn't it? Are you a relation here?" "He's our Guardy. Isn't he a chook?" That rumbling whisper like "Scratch a Poll, Poll!" recurring to Bob Pillin, he said with reservation: "You know him better than I do." "Oh! Aren't you his grandson, or something?"

People are beginning to make remarks." "Are they?" said Mollie; "about which of us, pray? for really and truly, guardy, you have been flirting the worst of the two." "Nonsense, Mollie! You mean Miss Oleander, I suppose? That is no flirtation." "Indeed! then it is worse it is serious?" "Yes, if asking her to marry me be serious. And she has said yes, Mollie."

'Think of her, my dear fellow! I think of her too much. I should absolutely have diddled Hounslow, if it had not been for her confounded pretty face flitting about my stupid brain. I saw you speaking to Guardy. You managed that business well. 'Why, as I do all things, I flatter myself, Lucy. Do you know Lord St. Jerome? 'Verbally. We have exchanged monosyllables; but he is of the other set.

It had ended when the girl, creeping up under the guns of his angry eyes, had dropped her head on his shoulder, and said in unsteady tones: "I I'm not a very happy Esmé, Uncle Guardy. If I don't have something to do something real I'll I'll c-c-cry and get my pretty nose all red." "Quit it!" cried the gruff doctor desperately. "What d'ye mean by acting that way! Go on. Do as you like.

Evidently the stray lamb had returned to the fold in shocking bad temper. The gentlemen barring her passage instantly made way, and Mollie turned to ascend the staircase. "I'm going to my room, Guardy," she condescended to say, with her foot on the first carpeted step, "and you will please send Lucy up with tea and toast immediately. I'm a great deal too tired to offer any explanation to-night.

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