Now mind, Babs, I won't have it!" "No, darling," murmured Barbara; "you shan't have it--I'll take him off your hands." "What does your mother mean," stammered Lady Casterley, "letting you grow up like this! You're as bad as she was at your age!" "Worse!" said Barbara.

"I dreamed last night that I could fly!" "If you try that," said Lady Casterley grimly, "you'll soon come to grief.

Good-morning, sir; you ought to be in bed!" Courtier raised his hat.
"Surely it is not for me to be where you are not!" And he added gloomily: "The war scare's dead!" "Ah!" said Lady Casterley: "your occupation's gone then.

You'll go back to London now, I suppose." Looking suddenly at Barbara she saw that the girl's eyes were half-closed, and that she was smiling; it seemed to Lady Casterley too or was it fancy ?--that she shook her head..