My, ain't he dirty! Is he dead?
just as dead as he can be ?" "Yes," answered his sister, very gently; "the poor thing is quite dead.
Come and help me bury him decently somewhere.

No, Phebe, stay there.

I wish it.

Don't let us have any more fuss about it, please." De Forest lifted his hat and turned to leave as Gerald disappeared.

"Pray don't let me detain you from the interesting ceremony, Miss Lane," he said, with his most cynical and mocking voice; "Miss Vernor as high-priestess will be worth a full audience.