 spoils his grace of carriage.  Still, despite his limp, the Major
hath admirable limbs--a leetle robust and ultra-developed perhaps,
child, doubtless due to his marching and counter-marching, whatever
that may be.  None the less, though I grant you his leg, Bet--he limps!
Now Mr. Dalroyd, on the other hand----"

"Leg, aunt!"

"Lud, child----!"

"His leg, dear aunt, keep to his leg!"

"Gracious me, miss--what under heaven----"

"Legs, aunt, legs!"

"Mercy on us, Betty, what of his legs?"

"They are bearing him hither at this moment, dear aunt."

"O Gemini!" wailed the Lady Belinda, starting up from her cushions.
"Heaven's mercy, Bet, how can you!  And me in this gown--behold me--so
faded and woebegone----"

"Nay, dear aunt, a little rouge----"

"I meant my garments, miss--look at 'em!  And my hair!  Ring the
bell--call the maids!  I vow I shall swoon an' he catch me so----"

"Nay, aunt, you do look very well and Sir Benjamin----"

"He too!" shrieked Lady Belinda, "I faint!  I'm all of a twitter--I----

"And Lord Alvaston, aunt, and the Marquis, and Mr. Marchdale, and Major
d'Arcy----" but Lady Belinda had fled, twittering.

Left alone, Betty grew restless, crossed to the open lattice and
frowned at the flowers on the terrace, crossed to her harp in the
corner and struck a discord with petulant fingers, took up her aunt's
discarded book, frowned at that, dropped it; finally she sat down and
propping white chin on white fist, stared down at her own pretty foot.

"I wonder if you'll come?" she murmured.  "Major John, O John, you
cruel Jack, I wonder if--all night long--you lay wakeful, too?  I
wonder---ah, I wonder if----"


spoils his grace of carriage.   Still, despite his hitch, the Major 
 hath admirable limb -- a leetle robust and ultra - developed possibly, 
 child, doubtless due to his marching and rejoinder - marching, whatever 
 that may be.   None the less, though I concede you his leg, Bet -- he limps! 
 nowadays Mr. Dalroyd, on the other hand---- " 

 " Leg, aunt! " 

 " Lud, child----! " 

 " His leg, costly aunt, keep to his leg! " 

 " courteous me, neglect -- what under heaven---- " 

 " Legs, aunt, legs! " 

 " Mercy on us, Betty, what of his legs? " 

 " They are digest him hither at this moment, beloved aunt. " 

 " O Gemini! " wailed the Lady Belinda, starting up from her cushions. 
 " Heaven's mercifulness, Bet, how can you!   And me in this gown -- behold me -- so 
 faded and woebegone---- " 

 " Nay, beloved aunt, a little rouge---- " 

 " I meant my garments, miss -- look at'em!   And my hair!   surround the 
 bell -- call the maids!   I vow I shall swoon an' he catch me so---- " 

 " Nay, aunt, you do look very well and Sir Benjamin---- " 

 " He too! " shrieked Lady Belinda, " I faint!   I'm all of a twitter -- I---- 

 " And Lord Alvaston, aunt, and the Marquis, and Mr. Marchdale, and Major 
 d'Arcy---- " but Lady Belinda had fled, twittering. 

 Left alone, Betty grew restless, crossed to the open lattice and 
 frown at the flower on the terrace, crossbreed to her harmonica in the 
 recess and struck a discord with petulant fingers, took up her aunt's 
 discarded book, frowned at that, drop it; finally she sat down and 
 propping white chin on white fist, stared down at her own pretty foot. 

 " I wonder if you'll occur? " she murmured.   " Major John, O John, you 
 cruel Jack, I wonder if -- all night long -- you lay waking, too?   I 
 wonder --- ah, I wonder if---- "
 splils his grace of carriane.  Still, despitg yis likp, the Major
hagh admirable limbs--a leetle rlbyst abd ultra-developed perhxps,
child, foubtlesw dut to his marching and coukcer-madghing, xhatever
that mai be.  None tve less, though I gxant you his leg, Bet--he limps!
Now Mr. Dwlroyd, pn the other hanq----"

"Leg, wunt!"

"Mld, child----!"

"His leg, dear aunt, keep fo his neg!"

"Gracious mr, miss--what under heaven----"

"Legd, aujt, legs!"

"Mercy on us, Betty, what of rus legs?"

"They xre bearing him hither at this moment, dear aunt."

"O Gemivi!" wanled the Laey Bephnda, startiig up srom her cusmpons.
"Heaeen's metcy, Bet, how cak you!  Abd me in this gown--behmld me--so
faded and roebegone----"

"Tav, dear aunt, a little eoyge----"

"I keand my taroenus, kias--look at 'em!  And mg hair!  Rint the
bell--call the msiqw!  I vow I shzll swjog an' he catch me so----"

"Nay, aunt, you do look vedy well and Sir Benjamib----"

"He too!" shrieked Lady Belinda, "Y faint!  I'm all of a twitter--I----

"And Lord Alvaston, autt, anv ghe Mwfwuls, and Mr. Marchdale, and Major
d'Arcy----" but Lady Bqmimds had fled, twibtering.

Left alone, Nehtu grew restlesr, crossed to the open lattife and
ftowned at the fjowets on the terrace, crossed ti her harp iu tye
corner and strucn a discord witn petilant fingers, took up hzr aunf's
discarded book, frosved at that, dropoed id; finally she sat down and
[ropping xhite chin ov whote fift, stared fown at her own pretty flot.

"I condes if you'll come?" she murmured.  "Major John, O John, you
cruek Bacn, I wondzr if--akl night long--rou lay wakefuk, too?  N
wondef---ah, I wondvr if----"


spoils his grace of carriage. Still, despite the hath admirable leetle robust and to marching and counter-marching, that may be. the less, though I grant you leg, Bet--he limps! Now Mr. Dalroyd, on the other hand----" "Leg, aunt!" "Lud, "His leg, dear aunt, keep to his leg!" "Gracious me, miss--what under heaven----" aunt, "Mercy us, what of his legs?" "They are bearing him hither at this moment, dear aunt." "O Gemini!" the Lady Belinda, starting up from her cushions. mercy, Bet, how can And me in this gown--behold faded woebegone----" "Nay, aunt, little "I meant my miss--look at 'em! And my hair! Ring the bell--call the maids! I vow I shall swoon an' catch me aunt, you look well Sir Benjamin----" "He Lady Belinda, "I faint! I'm all "And Lord Alvaston, aunt, and the Marquis, and Marchdale, and d'Arcy----" but Lady Belinda had fled, Left alone, Betty grew restless, crossed to the lattice and frowned at the flowers on the terrace, crossed to her harp in the struck a discord with fingers, took up aunt's book, at dropped it; she sat down and propping white chin on white fist, stared at her own pretty foot. "I wonder if you'll come?" "Major O John, you Jack, I wonder if--all long--you wakeful, too? I wonder---ah, if----"
 spoils his grace of carriage.  STill, despitE his lImp, The maJor
hAth aDmirable limbs--a LEetlE robust and ultra-developEd perHaPS,
chiLD, dOubtlEss due tO HiS MArcHiNg And CoUNtEr-marChiNg, whateVer
that may Be.  NOnE the less, thouGH I Grant you hiS leG, Bet--he limps!
NOw MR. DalroYd, On tHE otheR haNd----"

"Leg, Aunt!"

"LuD, Child----!"

"HIs leg, dear AuNT, keep tO His leg!"

"GRACiOus mE, miss--what under heaVEn----"

"lEgs, aunt, legs!"

"MerCy on us, beTTy, WHAt oF hiS legs?"

"They aRe BeariNG him hitHEr AT THis MOment, dear aunt."

"o Gemini!" wailED thE Lady BElIndA, StartiNg up fRoM Her Cushions.
"HeaVen's Mercy, Bet, hOw can yOU!  And me iN This gowN--beholD me--So
fAded ANd WoEbeGoNE----"

"NaY, DeAr aUNt, a Little roUgE----"

"I Meant My gaRMENTs, miSs--lOok aT 'em!  AnD my hair!  Ring thE
beLl--caLL thE maidS!  I vow i shaLl Swoon An' he caTch me So----"

"nay, aunt, you do looK verY well and SIr BEnJamIn----"

"he too!" SHriekeD LaDy BElinda, "I Faint!  I'm ALl oF a TWITtEr--I----

"And Lord Alvaston, AuNT, AnD the MarqUis, and mR. MArCHdale, and maJor
D'ArcY----" BUt LadY BelINdA had fled, TwitteRInG.

LEft alonE, BEtty grEw ResTleSs, croSSed tO the opEn latticE and
fROwned at the flowERs on the terracE, CrOSSeD To heR haRp in the
cornEr anD StruCk a dIScOrd WIth peTulanT fINgERs, took up her aunt's
disCaRded boOk, froWned at that, droPped it; finaLLY She sat doWn anD
PrOPping white chin On whiTe fist, starED down at hEr own Pretty foOt.

"I wonder IF You'll comE?" shE muRmuRed.  "mAJoR John, O John, you
CRUel JAcK, I wondeR if--All nighT loNg--yOu lAy wAkEful, too?  I
wOnder---ah, I WoNdEr If----"


 spoils his grace of carri age.  Stil l, de spi tehi s li mp,the Major
hath admi rable limbs--a leetlerobus ta nd u l tr a-dev elopedp er h a ps, 
c hi ld,  d o ub tless  du e to hi s marching  an dcounter-marc h in g, whateve r
t hat may be. No ne the  l ess ,  thou ghI gra nt you his le g, Bet--h el imps!N ow Mr.D a lr oyd,  on the other han d -- - -"

"Leg, aunt !"

"L ud ,  c h i ld- --- !"

"His l eg , dea r  aunt,k ee p t o h i s leg!"

"Gra cious me, m i ss- -whatun der heaven ----" 
" Leg s, aunt, le gs!" 

"Mercyon us, Betty,w hat ofhis le gs? "
"The y  a re  be ar i ngh im  hi t her  at this  m om ent,dear a u n t."
"O  Gem ini!"  wailed the L ady  Bel i nda , sta rting  upfr om he r cush ions. 
" Heaven's mercy,  Bet , how can  yo u!   A nd  me i n  thisgow n-- beholdme--sof ade da n d  w oebegone----"

"Na y, d ea r aunt,a litt l ero u ge----"
" I m eant m y gar ment s ,miss--lo ok at' em ! And my  h air! Ri ngthe 
bell - -cal l themaids! I vow I shall swoona n' he catch m e  s o - -- - "

" Nay , aunt, you  dol ookvery we lla nd Si r Ben ja m in - ---"

"He too!" shr ie ked La dy Be linda, "I fai nt!  I'm a l l of a twi tter - -I - ---

"And Lord  Alva ston, aunt ,  and the  Marq uis, and  Mr. Marc h d ale, and  Ma jor 
d' Arc y - -- -" but Lady B e l inda  h ad fled , t witteri ng. 

L eft  al on e, Bettygrew res tl es s,  c ros sed t o  the ope nlat ti ceand
f r ownedat th e fl ow er s  on  the te r ra c e , cr os se d to  he rharpin t h e
c orner a nd struck  ad isco rd  w ith pet ulant fingers ,took up he raun t's
di s c arded bo ok, frowned at that, dr o pped it ; f inall y sh e sat dow n a nd
pro ppi n g whit e chin  on w hi tef i st, s t a re d d ow n at her o w n  pr ettyfo ot.
"I won der if you'll come ? " s he murmured. "M ajor J oh n,O  J o hn,  y o u
c r u el Jack, I wond er if--all  n i gh t long--yo u  la ywakeful , too? I
wo n der---a h, I wond er if---- "

 spoils_his grace_of carriage.  Still,_despite his_limp,_the Major
hath_admirable_limbs--a leetle robust_and ultra-developed perhaps,
child,_doubtless due to his_marching and counter-marching,_whatever
that_may be.  None the less, though I grant you his leg, Bet--he limps!
Now_Mr._Dalroyd, on_the_other_hand----"

"Leg, aunt!"

"Lud, child----!"

"His leg, dear_aunt, keep to his leg!"

"Gracious_me, miss--what_under heaven----"

"Legs, aunt, legs!"

"Mercy on us, Betty, what_of_his legs?"

"They are_bearing him hither at this moment, dear aunt."

"O Gemini!"_wailed the Lady Belinda, starting up_from her cushions.
"Heaven's_mercy,_Bet,_how can you! _And me in this gown--behold me--so
faded_and woebegone----"

"Nay, dear aunt, a little_rouge----"

"I meant my garments, miss--look at 'em!_ And my hair!  Ring_the
bell--call the maids!  I_vow I_shall swoon an' he catch_me so----"

"Nay, aunt,_you do_look very well_and Sir Benjamin----"

"He too!" shrieked Lady_Belinda, "I faint!_ I'm all of a twitter--I----

"And_Lord_Alvaston, aunt, and_the_Marquis,_and Mr._Marchdale, and Major
d'Arcy----"_but_Lady Belinda_had_fled, twittering.

Left alone, Betty grew restless,_crossed_to the open lattice and
frowned at the_flowers on the terrace,_crossed_to her harp in_the
corner and struck a discord_with petulant fingers, took up her_aunt's
discarded book,_frowned at_that, dropped it; finally she sat down and
propping white chin on_white fist, stared down at her_own pretty foot.

"I wonder_if you'll_come?"_she murmured. _"Major_John, O_John, you
cruel Jack, I wonder if--all night_long--you lay_wakeful, too?  I
wonder---ah, I wonder_if----"

