"I get so tired of being all the time with people.

Dear me! the room looks quite homelike already." Clover had spread a pretty towel over the bare table, laid some books and her writing-case upon it, and was now pinning up a photograph over the mantel-piece.
"We'll make it nice by-and-by," she said cheerfully; "and now that I've tidied up a little, I think I'll go and see what has become of Mrs.
Watson.

She'll think I have quite forgotten her.

You'll lie quiet and rest till dinner, won't you ?" "Yes," said Phil, who looked very sleepy; "I'm all right for an hour to come.

Don't hurry back if the ancient female wants you." Clover spread a shawl over him before she went and shut one of the windows.
[Illustration: "Clover spread a shawl over him before she left, and shut one of the windows."] "We won't have you catching cold the very first morning," she said.