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LITTLE AGGIE.
Mrs.Brookenham stopped on the threshold with the sharp surprise of the sight of her son, and there was disappointment, though rather of the afflicted than of the irritated sort, in the question that, slowly advancing, she launched at him.

"If you're still lolling about why did you tell me two hours ago that you were leaving immediately ?" Deep in a large brocaded chair with his little legs stuck out to the fire, he was so much at his ease that he was almost flat on his back.
She had evidently roused him from sleep, and it took him a couple of minutes--during which, without again looking at him, she directly approached a beautiful old French secretary, a fine piece of the period of Louis Seize--to justify his presence.

"I changed my mind.

I couldn't get off." "Do you mean to say you're not going ?" "Well, I'm thinking it over.