Said it was a copy of some statue in the library.

It may be your idea of how a boy nine years old should go on, but it isn't mine, and that's straight." Burton sighed.
"My dear Ellen," he said, "we do not look at this matter from the same point of view, but fortunately as you will say, unfortunately from my point of view, the change in Alfred is not likely to prove lasting.

You will find in another few weeks that he will be himself again." "Don't believe it," Ellen declared.

"He's as set in his ways now as a little old man." Burton shook his head.
"It won't last, I know it." "Lasts with you all right!" she snapped.
Burton opened his little silver box.
"It lasts with me only as long as these little beans last," he replied.
"You see, I have only two left.

When they are gone, I shall be back again." "If you think," Ellen exclaimed, "that you're going to march into Clematis Villa just when you feel like it, and behave as though nothing has happened, all I can say, my man, is that you're going to be disappointed! You've kept away so long you can keep away for good.