"She scratched that picture once when we were saying how lovely it would be if we were in Paradise together, and suddenly she felt so furious with Eve because she ate the apple, that she scribbled all over her face with a pencil, 'to punish her,' she said.

My old verses! I cannot recall the other half, it is so long ago, over thirty years! only think, children, thirty years ago!" She laid the paper carefully away in her work-basket, and bade the children put their things together and come into the house, for it was almost supper-time, and their father approved of punctuality above all things.
They gathered up their work and books, and returned slowly to the house under the triumphal arch that still spanned the garden-door of the house.
Dora had been peeping at them as they sat clustered about their mother in an attentive group under the apple-tree.

She had now a good chance to examine each child, as they walked slowly back to the house, and as the last one disappeared, she said, softly sighing, "Oh, if I could sit only just once with them under the apple-tree!" At supper that evening Aunt Ninette said, "We have really had a few hours of quiet.

If it goes on so, we shall be able to stay here after all.

Don't you think so, dear Titus ?" Dora listened breathlessly for the answer.
"The air in my room is very close, and I suffer more from giddiness than I did at home," was the uncle's reply.
Dora gazed at her plate despondently, and lost her appetite for that supper.