Honest Injun!" There was a pause.

"What do you think of Varick ?" she suddenly whispered.
"I think _Mr._ Varick," answered Donnington coldly, "is a thoroughly nice sort of chap.

I like his rather elaborate, old-fashioned manners." "He's a queer card for all his pretty manners," muttered Bubbles; and somehow Donnington felt that something else was on the tip of her tongue to say, but that she had checked herself, just in time.
"I wish," he said earnestly, "I do wish, Bubbles, that you and I could have a nice, old-fashioned Christmas.

They sent up to-night to know if Mr.Varick would allow some of his holly to be cut for decorating the church--why shouldn't we go down to-morrow and help?
Do, Bubbles--to please me!" "I will," she said penitently.

"I will, dearest." Donnington sighed--a short, quick sigh.