"Fancy you having a game: it's--it's ridiculous!" "Almost as ridiculous as calling me a girl and expecting to see me playing with a doll or a hoop," she returned, calmly.

"But you needn't reply.

I can see you mean to do it, like a good and indulgent father; and some day, perhaps soon, I will, like a good and dutiful daughter, tell you why I wanted you to do it.

Is that you, Mr.Orme?
Will I come and sing?
Oh, yes, if you wish it.

Where is the little dog ?" she asked, looking up at him with a new expression in her languorous eyes, as she glided beside him.
"Asleep on my bed," replied Stafford, with a laugh.