"Great, big head and broad shoulders.

Great, big arms, that carried me as if I were a feather; big beard too; and it tickled me so when he--he pretended that he was my father; and very sad.

And, oh! I know I should be so _aw_fully fond of him.

And, oh! Kitty darling, what do you think ?" "What, dearest ?" "Why, I'm--I'm afraid--I'm really beginning to--to--like him--just a little tiny bit, you know." "Scone Dacres!" repeated Mrs.Willoughby, who didn't seem to have heard this last effusion.

"Scone Dacres! Well, darling, don't trouble yourself; he sha'n't trouble you." "But I _want_ him to," said Minnie.
"Oh, nonsense, child!" [Illustration: "HALLO, OLD MAN, WHAT'S UP NOW ?"].