"I should like to see her again.

Is she still such a rum little toad?
Always getting into scrapes, and coming to you for comfort ?" "I think," said Lady Mary, and her blue eyes twinkled--"I think you may be surprised to see little Sarah.

She is grown up now." "Of course," said Peter.

"She's only a year younger than I am." Lady Mary wondered why Peter's way of saying _of course_ jarred upon her so much.

He had always been brusque and abrupt; it was the family fashion.