"Harry! you had better do that again," he added warningly.

"Be off, out of this window, and let Ethel and me read in peace." "Here's the place," said Ethel--"Crispin, Crispian's day.

How I do like Henry V." "It is no use to try to keep those boys in order!" sighed Miss Winter.
"Saturnalia, as papa calls Saturday," replied Flora.
"Is not your eldest brother coming home to-day ?" said Miss Winter in a low voice to Flora, who shook her head, and said confidentially, "He is not coming till he has passed that examination.

He thinks it better not." Here entered, with a baby in her arms, a lady with a beautiful countenance of calm sweetness, looking almost too young to be the mother of the tall Margaret, who followed her.

There was a general hush as she greeted Miss Winter, the girls crowding round to look at their little sister, not quite six weeks old.
"Now, Margaret, will you take her up to the nursery ?" said the mother, while the impatient speech was repeated, "Mamma, can we go to Cocksmoor ?" "You don't think it will be too far for you ?" said the mother to Miss Winter as Margaret departed.
"Oh, no, not at all, thank you, that was not--But Margaret has explained." "Yes, poor Margaret," said Mrs.May, smiling.