If it wasn't raining, I'd run away." Carmina assumed an air of severity, and entered a serious protest adapted to her young friend's intelligence.

She might as well have spoken in a foreign language.

Zo had another reason to give, besides the rap on the knuckles, for running away.
"I say!" she resumed--"you know the boy ?" "What boy, dear ?" "He comes round sometimes.

He's got a hurdy-gurdy.

He's got a monkey.