J.C.Woolcot.'" Judy moaned.

"Six horrid little Digby-Smiths sitting in the theatre watching our fun with their six horrid little eyes," she said bitterly.
Bunty, who was mathematically inclined, wanted to know why they wouldn't look at it through their twelve horrid little eyes, and Judy laughed and came down from the table, after expressing a wicked wish that the little Digby-Smiths might all tumble over the dress-circle rail before the curtain rose.

Meg shut her book with a hurried bang.
"Has Pip gone yet?
Father'll be awfully cross.

Oh dear, what a head I've got!" she said.

"Where's Esther?
Has anyone seen Esther ?" "My DEAR Meg!" Judy said; "why, it's at least two hours since Esther went up the drive before your very nose.