Mr.Shelby and the hateful Miss Bernice Howe were over there, too, Mary noted, glad that they were at a distance.
Malcolm was still in a teasing mood, it seemed, for as Lloyd helped herself in picnic fashion from a plate of fried chicken, he said, laughing, "Look at Elaine now.

Tennyson wouldn't know his Lily Maid if he saw her in this way." He struck an attitude, declaiming dramatically, "In her right hand the wish-bone, in her left the olive." "That's all right," answered Lloyd, tossing the olive stone out on the grass, and helping herself to a beaten biscuit.

"I always did think that Elaine was a dreadful goose to go floating down the rivah to a man who didn't care two straws about her.

She'd much bettah have held on to a wish-bone and an olive and stayed up in her high towah with her fathah and brothahs who appreciated her.

She would have had a bettah time and he would have had lots moah respect for her." "Oh, I don't think so," cooed Miss Bonham, with a coquettish side glance at Phil.