Shall I send in my card for Miss Vernor?
Must I do it up in New York or Joppa style ?" Phebe laughed.

"Never mind the card, Gerald will be down soon.

It is nearly time, and she is always so punctual.

What is it, Olly, dear ?" An ugly little boy, with a pale, pinched face and impish eyes, was pulling smartly at her dress.
"I say, Pheeb, can I have a cookie ?" "Does Gerald let you have cookies between meals, Olly ?" "Yes," answered Olly, unhesitatingly.

"Always." "What's that ?" broke in an unexpected voice behind,--a clear, ringing, decided voice.