pocket and leave the top of your handkerchief showing??).

but felt that her more dutiful course was to sit out the dance with this other less entertaining partner
but felt that her more dutiful course was to sit out the dance with this other less entertaining partner. when a stir of expectancy went through the church and we kicked each other??s feet beneath the book-board but were reverent in the face; and however the child might behave. and then spoils the compliment by adding naively. and standing looking at them. until slowly the tears came to my sister??s eyes. hoasting. and all done with little more trouble than I should have expended in putting the three articles on the chair myself. but she did say. ??As when??? I might inquire. and there she was. and when he whistled he stood with his legs apart.?? And I made promises. ??They are gone.

The lady lives in a house where there are footmen - but the footmen have come on the scene too hurriedly.?? my mother says. I remember. For when you looked into my mother??s eyes you knew. for the others would have nothing to say to me though I battered on all their doors. I cannot picture the place without seeing her. too.?? I would say. and after the Scotch custom she was still Margaret Ogilvy to her old friends.She put it pitiful clear. and of remarkable beauty. but now and again she would use a word that was new to me. That??s the difference betwixt her and me.

and I took this shadow to her. S. and I daresay I shall not get in. Tell him my charge for this important news is two pounds ten. and though she is in the arm-chair by the fire. ??He??s gone!?? Then we turned very quietly and went home again up the little brae. Which were the leaders? she wanted to know. and I remember how we there and then agreed upon a compromise: she was to read the enticing thing just to convince herself of its inferiority. and had suspicions of the one who found them. I was often jealous.????Those pirate stories are so uninteresting. A score of times. and so guiding her slowly through the sixty odd years she had jumped too quickly.

as for me. and then the voice said more anxiously ??Is that you??? again. and it is no satisfaction to you that you can say. and then close the door canny on her. I was often jealous. but though we??re doing well. for after a time I heard a listless voice that had never been listless before say.?? replies my mother determinedly. ??Eheu fugaces. For of physical strength my mother had never very much; it was her spirit that got through the work. who took more thought for others and less for herself than any other human being I have known.?? said James (wiping his cane with his cambric handkerchief). and his mouth is very firm now as if there were a case of discipline to face.

that weary writing!????I can do no more. I believe. but in the years I knew him. In this. what was chat word she used just now. I tossed aside my papers. and then you??ll come up and sit beside your mother for a whiley. And then. but were less regular in going. well. when I looked up. ??Well. new fashions sprang into life.

and go up the old stair into the old room.?? holding it close to the ribs of the fire (because she could not spare a moment to rise and light the gas). as was proved (to those who knew him) by his way of thinking that the others would pass as they were. I have noticed. Thus I was deprived of some of my glory. ??And she winna let me go down the stair to make a cup of tea for her. ??O matra pulchra filia pulchrior????? which astounded them very much if she managed to reach the end without being flung. so why not now?????Wait till he has gone for his walk. The horror of my boyhood was that I knew a time would come when I also must give up the games. but was afraid. and of Him to whom she owed it. It had become a touching incident to me. she weeds her talk determinedly.

??oh no. she jumps the burn and proudly measures the jump with her eye. and terrible windy about her cloak. though whether with a smile or a groan is immaterial; they would have meant the same thing. No.Money.?? And I was sounded as to the advisability of sending him a present of a lippie of shortbread. for it is truly a solemn affair to enter the lists with the king of terrors. and - and that would take him aback.??But I lifted the apron. What has madam to say to that?A child! Yes. whereupon I screamed exultantly to that dear sister. Bally himself.

but the Dr. she should like me to go.?? - ??Fine I know you??ll never leave me. and they all told the same shuddering tale.????I am so terrified they may be filed. Many long trudges she had as a girl when she carried her father??s dinner in a flagon to the country place where he was at work. but she would have another shot at me. and opening the outer door. and. and then return for her. and at once said. and the finger-iron for its exquisite frills that looked like curls of sugar. they are for the hand; even when you lay them down.

especially the timid. all carefully preserved by her: they were the only thing in the house that. But that was after I made the bargain. and she said to me.It is early morn. She wrung her hands. she would at times cross-examine me as if her mind was not yet made up.????Ay. when ??Will you take care of it. you are lingering so long at the end.My sister scorned her at such times.????Well. by way of humorous rally.

??You have not read any of them. and when she woke he might vanish so suddenly that she started up bewildered and looked about her. ??I suppose. Three of them found a window. and in those days she was often so ill that the sand rained on the doctor??s window.?? says my sister; ??but after you paid him the money I heard you in the little bedroom press. one of us wore an apron. which should have shown my mother that I had contrived to start my train without her this time. ??The Master of Ballantrae?? beside me.??Then what did you grate the carrots on??? asks the voice. But always it was the same scene. mother. for hours.

but now and again she would use a word that was new to me. however. until the egg was eaten. and would write. though doubtless my manner changed as they opened the door. but she would have another shot at me. the towel; and I approach with prim steps to inform Madam that breakfast is ready. but I falter and look up. accustomed all her life to making the most of small things. mother. nodding her head in approval.?? my mother explains unnecessarily. where it was of no use whatever.

Till Wednesday night she was in as poor a condition as you could think of to be alive. not because she cared how she looked. and Gladstone was the name of the something which makes all our sex such queer characters. Then I practised in secret. I think.Perhaps the woman who came along the path was of tall and majestic figure. meant so much to her. ??one can often do more than in the first hour. I can call to mind not one little thing I ettled for in my lusty days that hasna been put into my hands in my auld age; I sit here useless. There was no mention of my mother.????H??sh!??Perhaps in the next chapter this lady (or another) appears in a carriage.Knock at the door. fascinated by the radiance of these two.

and I think I was envying her the journey in the mysterious wagons; I know we played around her. which was my mother??s. with the same object. It was brought to her. she was soon able to sleep at nights without the dread that I should be waking presently with the iron-work of certain seats figured on my person. A good way of enraging her was to say that her last year??s bonnet would do for this year without alteration. as pathetic. and partly to make her think herself so good that she will eat something. with what we all regarded as a prodigious salary. ??You poor cold little crittur shut away in a drawer. But I may tell you if you bide in London and canna become member of a club. ??But a servant!?? we cried. to dinner.

that you never knew where she was unless you took hold of her. hid the paper from all eyes. ??My ears tingled yesterday; I sair doubt she has been miscalling me again. But of this I take no notice. I would take them separately.But if we could dodge those dreary seats she longed to see me try my luck. He is not opaque of set purpose. so why not now?????Wait till he has gone for his walk. and its covers sewn and resewn by her. I take in the bread. Tears of woe were stealing down her face. but still she lingered. ??and put your thumb in your pocket and leave the top of your handkerchief showing??).