I knew he was coming home to-night, though aunts won't let us sit up, as he said we should.

But I will! I'll lie awake, if it's till twelve o'clock, and call him as he passes the nursery door." "You forget," said Titia, drawing herself up with a womanly air, "papa will not be alone now.

He may not care to come to you now he has got Mrs.Grey." "Mrs.Grey!" "You know aunts told us always to call her so.

I'm sure I don't want to call her any thing.

I hate her!" "So do I," rejoined the boy, doubling up his fist with intense enjoyment.
"Wouldn't I like to pitch into her for marrying papa! But yet," with a sudden compunction, "she gave us lots of cake.