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"Indeed I do," Charlotte declared, coming on down the staircase, smiling at the faces upturned toward her, which were smiling back, every one. "But I'm beginning to feel as if I as if they as if " "It must seem odd to feel like that," John Lansing agreed, quizzically. Lanse had but just arrived, having come on especially for the wedding, from the law-school at which he had been for two years.

It might have been worse." "That seems to be everybody's motto, so I'll accept it. We'll take courage, and you shall have us all on our knees, since yours are laid up for repairs." "You haven't had your dinner, Lanse," murmured Celia. She was suffering severely, but she could not relax anything of her anxiety for the family welfare.

Doctor Churchill, at my insistence, has put up the knee in the best possible shape, and I am going to leave it in his care. I'll drop in now and then, but the doctor is right beside you, and I've full confidence in him. I knew his father, and I know enough about him to be sure that you're all right in his hands." Lanse drew a long breath of relief. "I'm very thankful it's no worse," he said.

"It was joy enough to bring it in," he said. "Who did make it?" demanded Forester. "It was no caterer, I know." Charlotte attempted to escape quietly from the room, but Lanse barred the way. "Here she is," he said, and turned his sister about and made her face the company. A friendly round of applause greeted her, mingled with exclamations of surprise. They all knew Charlotte, or thought they did.

"Why, Lanse!" began Celia, and stopped. He glanced meaningly at her, and the colour flashed back into her cheeks. In the next instant she had followed his lead. "If Lanse can stay out of college, I can, too," she said, with decision. "If I could get some fairly good position," Lanse proposed, "I ought to be able to earn enough to well, we're rather a large family, and our appetites "

He got him to bed, stayed with him until he fell into an uneasy slumber, then left him in charge of Celia, and came so quietly down to the front porch again that he startled Charlotte, who lay in the hammock Lanse had lately quitted. "Do you need me?" she asked eagerly. "I thought Lanse would rather have Celia with him, and I was sure she wanted to take care of him, so I stayed.

"She's broken her knee, I tell you," Charlotte repeated. "Of course she's much hurt. She's suffering dreadfully. She hit her head, too. She was unconscious at first. I was all alone with her." Lanse started for the door, then hesitated. "Shall I go up?" "The doctor wants to see you as soon as you are home. He's waiting for Doctor Forester.

Charlotte says you ate it and the inference was that it was good to eat. So I ate mine manfully, I assure you. But it was a bitter dose." "Poor little girl! She tries so hard, Lanse. And the gingerbread was very good." "So it was. It helped take out the taste of the pudding. Did you honestly eat that pudding?" "See here." Celia beckoned him close.

With ears wide open, although he had again taken up the magazine he had laid down, he listened to Charlotte's side of the conversation. It was brief, and no more remarkable than such performances are apt to be, but Lanse easily appreciated the fact that it was giving his sister immense satisfaction. "Hullo yes yes!" she called. "Yes oh, is she? Yes yes, I'm so glad! Yes of course you are.

"But we can't keep a baby here," began Lanse, who had come home late, unusually tired, and was feeling the customary masculine displeasure at having his hard-earned rest broken a sensation which at the moment took precedence over any more humanitarian emotions. "We don't have to settle that to-night, do we?" demanded Jeff, with scorn.

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