30/32 If I were to disarrange my dress before I was presented to Miss Brentwood, I would put a period to my existence. Jim, my dear soul, come in and present me. Don't all you fellows come mobbing in, you know." So Jim took Cecil in, and the other young fellows lounged about the door in the sun. "Where have you come from, Charley ?" asked Sam. Pray, is she come ?" "Oh, yes!" said Charles; "she is come this fortnight, or more." "What sort of a girl has she grown to be ?" "Well, I call her an uncommonly pretty girl. |