You stay a little.

It is so nice." One day after such an entreaty, she said, "The queen is here, this morning." Mrs.March started, in the hope of highhotes.

"The queen!" "Yes; the young lady.

Mr.Burnamy was saying she was a queen.

She is there with her father." She nodded in the direction of a distant corner, and the Marches knew that she meant Miss Triscoe and the general.