"I can spend but one day with you, and I would as lief spend it nutting as in any other way." "Only one day, Uncle Edward!" cried Grace and Horace.
"Only one day, papa!" stammered Dotty, feeling like a little kitten who _did_ have her paw on a mouse, but sees the mouse disappear down a hole.
"O, I shall leave you, my daughter.

You will stay here a week or two, and meet me in Indianapolis." Dotty was able to eat once more.
"Father, what are we to do for horses to go nutting with ?" spoke up Horace.

"Robin raked this part of town yesterday with a fine-tooth comb, and couldn't find anything but an old clothes' horse, and that was past travelling." "My son!" Mr.Clifford's face said very plainly,-- "Not so flippant, my child!" But the only remark he made was to the effect that there were doubtless horses to be found in the city at the stables.
"What about the infant, mamma ?" said Grace.

"Is she to be one of the party ?" When Katie was present she was sometimes mysteriously mentioned as "the infant." It was quite an undertaking to allow her to go; but Mrs.
Clifford had yielded the point an hour or two before, out of regard to Horace's feelings.

She knew the nutting party would be spoiled for him if his beloved little Topknot were left out.
"Is I goin' ?" asked she, when she heard the joyful news.