I'll go on board and paint her right off from memory, while it is fresh.

Why, here come Scoutbush and the Major." "Miss Harvey," said Scoutbush, trying, as he said to Campbell, "to look as grand as a sheep-dog among a pack of fox-hounds, and very thankful all the while he had no tail to be bitten off"-- "Miss Harvey, I--we-- have heard a great deal in praise of your school; and so I thought I should like to come and see it." "Would your lordship like to examine the children ?" says Grace, curtseying to the ground.
"No--thanks--that is--I have no doubt you teach them all that's right, and we are exceedingly gratified with the way in which you conduct the school .-- I say Val," cried Scoutbush, who could support the part of patron no longer, "what pretty little ducks they are, I wish I had a dozen of them! Come you here!" and down he sat on a bench, and gathered a group round him.
"Now, are you all good children?
I'm sure you look so!" said he, looking round into the bright pure faces, fresh from Leaven, and feeling himself the nearer heaven as he did so.

"Ah! I see Mr.Mellot's been drawing you pictures.

He's a clever man, a wonderful man, isn't he?
I can't draw you pictures, nor tell you stories, like your schoolmistress.

What shall I do ?" "Sing to them, Fred!" said Valencia.
And he began warbling a funny song, with a child on each knee, and his arms round three or four more, while the little faces looked up into his, half awe-struck at the presence of a live lord, half longing to laugh, but not sure whether it would be right.
Valencia and Campbell stood close together, exchanging looks.
"Dear fellow!" whispered she, "so simple and good when he is himself! And he must go to that dreadful war!" "Never mind.