Now Mr.
Templestowe has a lovely mother, I'm sure." "Oh!" was all the reply that Phil would vouchsafe.
"How queer people are!" thought little Clover to herself afterward.
"Neither of those boys quite liked our going on this expedition, I think,--though I'm sure I can't imagine why; but they behaved so differently.

Mr.Templestowe thought of us and something which might give us pleasure; and Clarence only thought about himself.

Poor Clarence! he never had half a chance till he came here.

It isn't all his fault." The party in the director's car proved a merry one.

Mrs.Wade, a jolly, motherly woman, fond of the good things of life, and delighting in making people comfortable, had spared no pains of preparation.