Damp, insanitary, cold--bad water, bad drainage, I'll be bound--bad everything.

That girl may well try her little best.

And I go making up to that man Boyce! What for?
Old spites ?--new spites ?--which ?--or both!" Meanwhile his rapid skilful fingers were tearing, pinching, and shaping; and in a very few minutes there, upon his free knee, stood the most enticing doggie of pinched paper, a hound in full course, with long ears and stretching legs.
The child gazed at it with ravishment, put out a weird hand, touched it, stroked it, and then, as he looked back at Wharton, the most exquisite smile dawned in his saucer-blue eyes.
"What?
did you like it, grasshopper ?" cried Wharton, enchanted by the beauty of the look, his own colour mounting.

"Then you shall have another." And he twisted and turned his piece of fresh paper, till there, beside the first, stood a second fairy animal--a greyhound this time, with arching neck and sharp long nose.
"There's two on 'em at Westall's!" cried the child, hoarsely, clutching at his treasures in an ecstasy.
Mrs.Hurd, at the other end of the cottage, started as she heard the name.

Marcella noticed it; and with her eager sympathetic look began at once to talk of Hurd and the works at the Court.