Kiomi! Mabel! we shouted separately.

We had just seen the dregs of the last of the birthday Burgundy.
'Kiomi! what a splendid panther she is!' cries Heriot; and I: 'Teeth and claws, and a skin like a burnt patch on a common! Mabel's like a wonderful sunflower.' 'Butter and eggs! old Richie, and about as much fire as a rushlight.

If the race were Fat she 'd beat the world.' 'Heriot, I give you my word of honour, the very look of her 's eternal Summer.

Kiomi rings thin--she tinkles; it 's the difference between metal and flesh.' 'Did she tinkle, as you call it, when that fellow Destrier, confound him! touched her ?' 'The little cat! Did you notice Mabel's blush ?' 'How could I help it?
We've all had a dozen apiece.

You saw little Kiomi curled up under the hop and briony ?' 'I took her for a dead jackdaw.' 'I took her for what she is, and she may slap, scream, tear, and bite, I 'll take her yet-and all her tribe crying thief, by way of a diversion.
She and I are footed a pair.' His impetuosity surpassed mine so much that I fell to brooding on the superior image of my charmer.