Constance laughed and blushed.

Marian shuddered.

"Now youre all that fancy painted you: youre lovely, youre divine.

Are you ready for Bushy Copse ?" Constance replied by singing: "Oh yes, if you please, kind sir, she said; sir, she said; sir, she said; Oh! yes if you ple--ease, kind sir, she said." "Then come along.

After your ladyship," he said, taking her elbows as if they were the handles of a wheelbarrow, and pushing her out before him through the narrow entrance to the summer-house.