*ish hand shook now as it wielded the coffee-pot.
"Oh, dear! wouldn't his horn be
exalted if he never came back?" With a
droll little catch of the breath. "Una and
I are as friendly as ever now, Dad," ran
on the girlish voice, hurriedly leading off
from the neighborhood of the will. "And
she's to be taken out of school early, when
we go, because she has been so nervous
since the train-wreck. So chummy we
are--oh, as chummy as in the old days
when we measured eyelashes and she
laughed at my 'chowchow' name!" The
speaker here shot the bluest of glances
through those twinkling lashes at their
reflection in a neighboring teapot, older
than Columbia herself.

"Chowchow, indeed! It just suits you,
that compound. There's a vain elf in
you somewhere, Pem, that sleeps in the
shadow of the Wise Woman."

"Maybe--maybe, there's a nickum!
That's Andrew's word, Andrew's word for
an imp, a tomboy. He's the Grosvenors'
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