They called her Emily.

If I wasn't a married man--" There he would have thought of his wife, and would have sighed and said no more.
While the girls were still admiring Francine, the clock struck the half-hour past eleven.
Cecilia stole on tiptoe to the door--looked out, and listened--closed the door again--and addressed the meeting with the irresistible charm of her sweet voice and her persuasive smile.
"Are none of you hungry yet ?" she inquired.

"The teachers are safe in their rooms; we have set ourselves right with Francine.

Why keep the supper waiting under Emily's bed ?" Such reasoning as this, with such personal attractions to recommend it, admitted of but one reply.

The queen waved her hand graciously, and said, "Pull it out." Is a lovely girl--whose face possesses the crowning charm of expression, whose slightest movement reveals the supple symmetry of her figure--less lovely because she is blessed with a good appetite, and is not ashamed to acknowledge it?
With a grace all her own, Cecilia dived under the bed, and produced a basket of jam tarts, a basket of fruit and sweetmeats, a basket of sparkling lemonade, and a superb cake--all paid for by general subscriptions, and smuggled into the room by kind connivance of the servants.