And where have you been all this time?
With your papa, I suppose." "Yes," answered Miss Paget gloomily; "I have been with my father.

Don't ask me anything about the last three years, Lotta.

I have been utterly wretched and miserable, and I can't bear to talk about my misery." "And you shan't talk of it, darling," cried Charlotte, pursing up her mouth for a kiss in a manner which might have been distraction to a masculine mind of average susceptibility.

"You shan't talk of anything or think of anything the least, least, least bit unpleasant; and you shall have my gold pencil-case," added Miss Halliday, wrenching that trinket suddenly from the ribbon by which it hung at her side.

Perhaps there was just the least touch of Georgy's childishness in this impulsive habit of giving away all her small possessions, for which Lotta was distinguished.