He thinks he's a battery of horse artillery now; that's the very latest development; and I shed tears and the chandeliers shed prisms every time he manoeuvres." "The dear old thing," said Mrs.Paige, smiling as she moved among the shrubs.

For a full minute her sensitive lips remained tenderly curved as she stood considering the agricultural problems before her.

Then she settled down again, naively--like a child on its haunches--and continued to mix nourishment for the roses.
Camilla, lounging sideways on her own veranda window sill, rested her head against the frame, alternately blinking down at the pretty widow through sleepy eyes, and patting her lips to control the persistent yawns that tormented her.
"I had a horrid dream, too," she said, "about the 'Seven Sisters.' I was _Pluto_ to your _Diavoline_, and Philip Berkley was a phantom that grinned at everybody and rattled the bones; and I waked in a dreadful fright to hear uncle's spurred boots overhead, and that horrid noisy old sabre of his banging the best furniture.
"Then this morning just before sunrise he came into my bedroom, hair and moustache on end, and in full uniform, and attempted to read the Declaration of Independence to me--or maybe it was the Constitution--I don't remember--but I began to cry, and that always sends him off." Ailsa's quick laugh and the tenderness of her expression were her only comments upon the doings of Josiah Lent, lately captain, United States dragoons.
Camilla yawned again, rose, and, arranging her spreading white skirts, seated herself on her veranda steps in full sunshine.
"We did have a nice party, didn't we, Ailsa ?" she said, leaning a little sideways so that she could see over the fence and down into the Craig's backyard garden.
"I had such a good time," responded Ailsa, looking up radiantly.
"So did I.

Billy Cortlandt is the most divine dancer.

Isn't Evelyn Estcourt pretty ?" "She is growing up to be very beautiful some day.