Doesn't exactly seem _you_, somehow!" "Hardly," replied Irene, with her head inside a cupboard.

"Fact is, I'm looking for my history book.

I can't think where the wretched thing has gone to.

School begins to-morrow, and I haven't touched my holiday tasks yet; and what Miss Gordon will say if I come without those exercises I can't imagine.

I'm sure I flung all my books into this cupboard, and, of course, here's the chemistry, which I don't want, but never so much as a single leaf of the history.