I have a German friend in London anxious to wear his legs down stumpier.' 'The name of the school ?' 'It is called Cuper's.' Aminta, on hearing the name of Cuper a second time, congratulated herself on the happy invention of her pretext to keep Mrs.Pagnell from the table at midday.

Her aunt had a memory for names: what might she not have exclaimed! There would have been little in it, but it was as well that the 'boy of the name of Weyburn' at Cuper's should be unmentioned.
By an exaggeration peculiar to a disgust in fancy, she could hear her aunt vociferating 'Weyburn!' and then staring at Mr.Weyburn opposite--perhaps not satisfied with staring.
He withdrew after his usual hearty meal, during which his talk of boys and their monkey tricks, and what we can train them to, had been pleasant generally, especially to Mrs.Lawrence.Aminta was carried back to the minute early years at High Brent.

A line or two of a smile touched her cheek.
'Yes, my dear countess, that is the face I want for Lady de Culme to-day,' said Mrs.Lawrence.' She likes a smiling face.

Aunty--aunty has always been good; she has never been prim.

I was too much for her, until I reflected that she was very old, and deserved to know the truth before she left us; and so I went to her; and then she said she wished to see the Countess of Ormont, because of her being my dearest friend.