Oh, the dogs have got it and are tearing it to rags!" And she dashed in among the dogs, slapping right and left, while a facetious dachshund seized the tattered bit of lace and muslin and fled at top speed.
"That is pleasant," observed Nina; "it's her best hat, too--worn to-day in your honour, Boots.

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Children! Hands and faces! There is Bridget waiting! Come, Phil; there's no law against talking at table, and there's no use trying to run an establishment if you make a mockery of the kitchen." Eileen, one bare arm around her brother's shoulders, strolled houseward across the lawn, switching the shaven sod with her tennis-bat.
"What are you doing this afternoon ?" she said to Selwyn.