Now the lamp here.

Now the books.

Cover up the holes with them." "Ah, Miss Lydia's pet cup! and her little favorite statuette!" "Hideous things! I'm glad they're smashed." "Will you equally enjoy imparting to her the fact of their loss ?" "Somebody else may do that.

I had my share telling her about Phebe." "I suppose she was terribly shocked, poor old soul.

I don't wonder." "She had an instant attack of hysterics, and I _did_ wonder," rejoined Gerald, tartly.