
'Why, I told you--to pack up my things. But I can't find half of
them; she--she's walked off with them. Oh, I'm going off again as
soon as possible--I can't stand it. But I must see Dora. Father
says I shan't visit <DW7>s. But I'll watch my chance. I'll get
there to-morrow--see if I don't! Tell me what she's doing, Mr.
Grieve.'

David told her all he knew. Lucy's comments were very
characteristic. She was equally hard on Daddy's ill-behaviour and
Dora's religion, with a little self-satisfied hardness that would
have provoked David but for its childish _naivete_. Many of
the things that she said of Dora, however, showed real feeling,
real affection.

'She _is_ good,' she wound up at last with a long sigh.

'Yes, she's the best woman I ever saw,' said David slowly;'she's
beautiful, she's a saint.'

Lucy looked up quickly--her dismayed eyes fastened on him--then
they fell again, and her expression became suddenly piteous and
humble.

'You're still getting on well, aren't you?' she said timidly. 'You
were glad not to be turned out, weren't you?'

Somehow, for the life of her, she could not at that moment help
reminding him of her claim upon him. He admitted it very readily,
told her broadly how he was doing and what new connections he was
making. It was pleasant to tell her, pleasant to speak to this
changing rose-leaf face with its eager curiosity and attention.

'And you were ill when you were abroad?--so Dora said. Father, of
course, made unkind remarks--you may be sure of that!--_He_'ll
set stories about when he doesn't like anybody. I didn't believe a
word.'

'It don't matter,' said David hotly, but he flushed. His desire to
wring Purcell's neck was getting inconveniently strong.

'No, not a bit,' she declared. Then she suddenly broke into
laughter. 'Oh, Mr. Grieve, how many assistants do you
' Why, I told you -- to pack up my things. But I can't find one-half of 
 them; she -- she's walk off with them. Oh, I'm going off again equally 
 soon as possible -- I can't resist it. But I must see Dora. Father 
 says I shan't travel to < DW7 > s. But I'll watch my chance. I'll scram 
 there to - morrow -- see if I don't! distinguish me what she's doing, Mr. 
 Grieve.' 

 David told her all he knew. Lucy's gossip were very 
 characteristic. She was equally hard on Daddy's ill - behaviour and 
 Dora's religion, with a little self - satisfied unfeelingness that would 
 have provoked David but for its childish _ naivete _. Many of 
 the things that she said of Dora, however, show real feeling, 
 real affection. 

' She _ is _ good,' she injure up at last with a long sigh. 

' Yes, she's the best woman I ever saw,' allege David slowly;'she's 
 beautiful, she's a saint.' 

 Lucy looked up quickly -- her dismayed eyes fasten on him -- then 
 they fell again, and her expression became suddenly piteous and 
 humble. 

' You're still getting on well, aren't you?' she said timidly.' You 
 were beaming not to be turn out, weren't you?' 

 Somehow, for the life of her, she could not at that consequence avail 
 reminding him of her claim upon him. He admitted it very promptly, 
 told her broadly how he was suffice and what new connections he was 
 lay down. It was pleasant to tell her, pleasant to speak to this 
 changing rose - leaf face with its eager curiosity and attention. 

' And you were ill when you were abroad?--so Dora said. Father, of 
 course, made unkind remarks -- you may be certain of that!--_He_'ll 
 adjust stories about when he doesn't like anybody. I didn't believe a 
 word.' 

' It don't matter,' say David hotly, but he flushed. His desire to 
 wring Purcell's neck was get inconveniently strong. 

' No, not a bit,' she declared. Then she on the spur of the moment broke into 
 laugh.' Oh, Mr. Grieve, how many assistants do you

'Why, I told you--to pack up my things. But I ccb't finv half kf
them; sfe--she's walked off with them. Lh, I'm giing off again as
soon xs possibpe--I can't staid it. But I must see Dora. Fathsv
says M shan't visit <DE7>s. But I'll watch my chanwe. I'pl get
there to-morrow--see if I don't! Tqll me ehwt she's doing, Ir.
Grpede.'

Dabpd told her all he knew. Lucy's ckmments were very
chatacteristic. She was equallj hagd on Daddy's ill-bejaviour and
Eora'f religion, wigh a littlt velf-satisfjed hardness that would
have proxoked David but fir ljs childish _iaivetv_. Many of
the bnings dhat shr said of Dora, hoxevee, showed real feeling,
ceal affection.

'She _is_ good,' she wkund up at last wuty a lmng vigh.

'Hws, rhe'a vhe best aomen I ever szw,' said Davud slowly;'she's
beautiguj, she's a saint.'

Mucy ljohed up quickly--her dismayed eyes fasteneg oh him--then
they fell agaib, and her expression hecame suqdenly piteous and
humble.

'You're still getting on wenl, arxn'g yiu?' rye said timidly. 'You
were glad not to be turned otf, eegen't you?'

Somehow, fjr the life ov ngr, she could nut at cgaf moment help
reminfing hii of yer claim upom him. He admitted it very rwadily,
told hvr beoadly how he was boing and whct new connrctions he was
making. It was pleasant tl tell hed, pleasant to spexk no tvis
changing rose-leaf face rith its xager curioskty snd ateention.

'And you were ill when you wfre ayroad?--vo Dora sald. Father, of
course, made unkind cxmarks--you may ba slre of thct!--_He_'ll
xet stories afout when he dpesn't lnke anhbody. I disn't belmeve a
word.'

'It don't matter,' vwid David hovly, but hq flyshee. His ddrire to
wring Pircell's nvch waw getting inconvenlentli atrong.

'No, not a ynt,' she declared. Tnen shq duvdenlr broke into
ldughger. 'Ph, Mr. Grieve, how oany assistants do you
'Why, I told you--to pack up my I find half them; she--she's walked going again as soon possible--I can't stand But I must see Dora. Father I shan't visit <DW7>s. But I'll watch my chance. I'll get there to-morrow--see I don't! Tell me what she's doing, Mr. Grieve.' David told her all knew. comments very She was equally hard on Daddy's ill-behaviour and Dora's religion, with a little self-satisfied hardness that have provoked David but for its childish _naivete_. of the things that said of Dora, however, showed feeling, affection. 'She good,' wound at last with long sigh. 'Yes, she's the best woman I ever saw,' said David slowly;'she's beautiful, she's a saint.' looked up eyes fastened him--then fell and her expression piteous and humble. 'You're still getting you?' she said timidly. 'You were glad not be turned weren't you?' Somehow, for the life her, she could not at that moment help him of her claim upon him. He admitted it very readily, told her broadly how doing and what new he was making. was to her, to speak this changing rose-leaf face with its eager curiosity and attention. 'And were ill when you were abroad?--so Dora said. Father, of unkind may be sure that!--_He_'ll set stories about he like anybody. I didn't word.' don't hotly, he His desire to wring neck was getting inconveniently strong. not a bit,' she into laughter. 'Oh, Mr. Grieve, how many assistants you

'Why, I told you--to pack up my thinGs. But I can't Find hAlf Of
tHeM; she--She's Walked off with tHEm. Oh, i'm going off again as
soon aS possIbLE--I caN'T sTand iT. But I muST sEE dorA. FAtHer
SaYS I Shan't VisIt <DW7>s. BuT I'll watch mY chAnCe. I'll get
therE To-Morrow--see iF I dOn't! Tell me whaT shE's doinG, MR.
GrIEve.'

DaVid Told hEr all hE Knew. LuCy's commenTs WEre verY
CharactERIsTic. SHe was equally hard oN daDDy's ill-behaviouR and
DoRa'S ReLIGioN, wiTh a little sElF-satiSFied harDNeSS THat WOuld
have provoKed David but FOr iTs chilDiSh _nAIvete_. MAny of
ThE ThiNgs that she sAid oF Dora, howeVer, shoWEd real fEEling,
reAl affeCtiOn.

'SHe _is_ GOoD,' sHe wOuND up AT lAst WIth A long sigH.

'YEs, She's tHe beST WOMan I EveR saw,' Said DAvid slowly;'she'S
beAutiFUl, sHe's a sAint.'

LUcy lOoKed up QuicklY--her dIsMayed eyes fastenEd on Him--then
thEy fElL agAiN, and hER expreSsiOn bEcame suDdenly pITeoUs AND
HuMble.

'You're still gettInG ON wEll, aren't You?' she SAiD tIMidly. 'You
WeRe gLad nOT To be tUrneD OuT, weren't yOu?'

SomeHOw, FoR the lifE oF her, shE cOulD noT at thAT momEnt helP
remindiNg him OF her claim upon hIM. He admitted it VErY REaDIly,
tOld Her broadly hOw he WAs doIng aND wHat NEw conNectiOnS He WAs
making. It was pleasaNt To tell Her, plEasant to speak To this
chanGING rose-leaF facE WiTH its eager curioSity aNd attentioN.

'and you weRe ill When you wEre abroad?--SO dora said. fatHer, Of
cOurSE, MaDe unkind remarKS--You mAy Be sure oF thAt!--_He_'ll
sEt sTorIes AboUt When he doeSn't like aNyBoDy. i dIdn'T beliEVe a
word.'

'IT dOn't MaTteR,' said dAvid hoTly, buT he fLuShED. HiS desire TO
wRINg PuRcElL's neCk wAs GettiNg inCOnvEnientlY strong.

'No, Not A Bit,' sHe DeClared. THen she suddenlY bRoke into
laUgHteR. 'Oh, Mr. GRIEve, how maNy assistants do you

'Why, I told you--to pack  up my thi ngs.But  Ica n'tfind  half of
them; she- -she's walked off with  them .O h, I ' mgoing  off ag a in a s
s oo naspo s si ble-- I c an't st and it. Bu t I  m ust see Dora .  F ather
says  Ishan't visit  <D W7>s.Bu t I ' ll wa tch  my c hance. I'll g et
thereto - morrow - -see if I  d on't ! Tell me what sh e 's doing, Mr.
Gri eve.'
D a vi d tol d h er all hekn ew. L u cy's co m me n t s  we r e very
charac teristic. S h e w as equ al lyh ard on  Dadd y' s  il l-behaviour  and 
Dora's r eligio n , witha  little  self- sat isf iedh ar dn ess  t h atw ou ldh ave  provoke dDa vid b ut f o r i ts c hil dish  _nai vete_. Many o f
t he t h ing s tha t she  sai dof Do ra, ho wever ,showed real fee ling ,
real af fec ti on. 
'She_ is_ go od, ' s he woun d up at las tw i t ha long sigh.

'Yes ,s h e' s the be st wom a nIe ver saw, 'sai d Da v i d slo wly; ' sh e's
beau tiful, sh e' s a sai nt .'

Lu cy  lo oke d upq uick ly--he r dismay ed ey e s fastened onh im--then
they fe l l  a g ain,  an d her expre ssio n  bec ames ud den l y pit eousan d 
h u mble.

'You're stil lgettin g onwell, aren'tyou?' shes a i d timidl y. ' Y ou were glad notto be  turned ou t , weren' t you ?'

Some how, fort h e life o f h er,  sh e c o u ld  not at thatm o ment  h elp
rem ind ing him  of  he r c lai mupon him.  He admi tt ed  i tver y rea d ily,
tol dher  b roa dly h o w he w as do ingan dw hat  new co n ne c t ions  h ewasmak in g. It  was ple asant t o tell he r,p leas an tto spea k to this
cha ng ing rose-l ea f f ace wi t h  its eag er curiosity and attent i on.

'A ndyou w ereill whenyou  wereabr o ad?--s o Dora  said .Fat h e r, of c ou rse ,made unkin d rem arks- -y ou m ay be s ure of that!--_He_ ' llset stories a bou t wh e n  h e d o es n 'tli k e a n y body. I didn'tbelieve awo r d. '

'It don ' t m at ter,' s aid Dav id ho t ly, but  he flush ed. His d es iret o 
wr ing Purcel l's neck  was gett i ng in c on venie ntl y stro ng .
'No,not ab it, ' she  decla re d. The n she  s uddenlybroke into
laughter. 'O h, Mr.  Grie ve,  how many  as s ist ants do y ou

'Why, I_told you--to_pack up my things._But I_can't_find half_of
them;_she--she's walked off_with them. Oh,_I'm going off again_as
soon as possible--I_can't_stand it. But I must see Dora. Father
says I shan't visit <DW7>s. But I'll_watch_my chance._I'll_get
there_to-morrow--see if I don't! Tell_me what she's doing, Mr.
Grieve.'

David_told her_all he knew. Lucy's comments were very
characteristic. She_was_equally hard on_Daddy's ill-behaviour and
Dora's religion, with a little self-satisfied hardness_that would
have provoked David but for_its childish _naivete_._Many_of
the_things that she said_of Dora, however, showed real feeling,
real_affection.

'She _is_ good,' she wound up_at last with a long sigh.

'Yes, she's_the best woman I ever saw,'_said David slowly;'she's
beautiful, she's a_saint.'

Lucy looked_up quickly--her dismayed eyes fastened_on him--then
they fell_again, and_her expression became_suddenly piteous and
humble.

'You're still getting on_well, aren't you?'_she said timidly. 'You
were glad not_to_be turned out,_weren't_you?'

Somehow,_for the_life of her,_she_could not_at_that moment help
reminding him of her_claim_upon him. He admitted it very readily,
told_her broadly how he_was_doing and what new_connections he was
making. It was_pleasant to tell her, pleasant to_speak to_this
changing rose-leaf_face with its eager curiosity and attention.

'And you were ill when_you were abroad?--so Dora said. Father,_of
course, made unkind remarks--you_may be_sure_of that!--_He_'ll
set stories_about_when he_doesn't like anybody. I didn't believe a
word.'

'It_don't matter,'_said David hotly, but he flushed._His desire to
wring Purcell's_neck_was getting inconveniently strong.

'No, not a_bit,' she declared. Then she suddenly_broke into
laughter. 'Oh, Mr. Grieve,_how_many_assistants do you