We shall find out who the young count is, I'll be bound.

I hope he'll sleep in my room.

Mary's always vicious first week." As the boys turned to leave the room, the matron touched Tom's arm, and said, "Master Brown, please stop a minute; I want to speak to you." "Very well, Mary.

I'll come in a minute, East.

Don't finish the pickles." "O Master Brown," went on the little matron, when the rest had gone, "you're to have Gray's study, Mrs.Arnold says.