"How I wish, how I do wish, I had never met that horrid, odious man." "He's not horrid nor odious at all," retorted the practical Sophy.

"He looks lovely when he walks about with Beatrice.

I saw them yesterday in the Green, and Beatrice came up at once and asked about you.

What do you think ma did, Matty?
She turned her back on Bee and sailed away.

Poor Bee quite colored up, and didn't know what to make of it." "They say Beatrice is to have a lovely wedding," said Alice.