12/31 It is like my walking, done half for pride, I think. Baroness, lower me, and let me rest.' The baroness laid her gently on the dry brown pine-sheddings, and blew a whistle that hung at her girdle, by which old Schwartzy kept out of sight to encourage the princess's delusion of pride in her walking, was summoned. The baroness shot a suspicious glance at me. |