 back window.
What are you going to do with him?'

'Take him out with me, of course. There are the Watsons of
Fallowfield, they pestered me to bring him, and they're at home
Saturdays. And aren't you coming too?'

'Madam, you are unreasonable!' said David, smiling, and putting
down his pipe he laid an affectionate hand on his wife's arm. 'I
went careering about the world with you last Saturday and the
Saturday before, and this week end I must take for reading. There
is an Oxford man who has been writing me infuriated letters this
week because I won't let him know whether we will take up his
pamphlet or no. I must get that read, and a good many other things,
before to-morrow night.'

'Oh, I know!' said Lucy, pettishly. 'There's always something in the
way of what I want. Soon I shan't see anything of you at all; it
will be all business, and yet not a penny more to spend! Well,
then, give me Sandy.'

David hesitated.

'Do you think you'll take him?' he said, bending over the little
fellow. 'He doesn't look a bit himself to-day. It's those abominable
plums of Dora's!'

He spoke with fierceness, as though Dora had been the veriest
criminal.

'Well, but what nonsense!' cried Lucy; 'they don't upset other
children. I can't think what's wrong with him.'

'He isn't like other children; he's of a finer make,' said David,
laughing at his own folly, but more than half sincere in it all the
same.

Lucy laughed too, and was appeased. She bent down to look at him,
confessed that he was pale, and that she had better not take him
lest there should be catastrophes.

'Well, then, I must go alone,' she said, turning away
discontentedly. 'I don't know what's the good of it. Nobody cares to
see me without him or you.'

The last sentence came out with a sudden energy, and as she looked
back towards him he saw that her cheek was flushed.
back window. 
 What are you going to do with him?' 

' Take him out with me, of path. There be the Watsons of 
 Fallowfield, they pestered me to bring him, and they're at home 
 Saturdays. And aren't you arrive too?' 

' Madam, you are unreasonable!' order David, smiling, and putting 
 down his organ pipe he lay an affectionate hand on his wife's sleeve.' I 
 went careering about the populace with you last Saturday and the 
 Saturday before, and this week end I must take for interpretation. There 
 is an Oxford man who has been writing me infuriated letter this 
 week because I won't let him know whether we will take up his 
 booklet or no. I must get that read, and a good many other things, 
 before to - morrow nox.' 

' Oh, I know!' said Lucy, pettishly.' There's always something in the 
 way of what I want. Soon I shan't determine anything of you at all; it 
 will be all business, and yet not a penny more to spend! Well, 
 then, give me Sandy.' 

 David hesitated. 

' Do you think you'll take him?' he said, bending over the little 
 chap.' He doesn't look a bit himself to - sidereal day. It's those atrocious 
 plums of Dora's!' 

 He spoke with fierceness, as though Dora had been the veriest 
 criminal. 

' Well, but what nonsense!' cry Lucy;' they don't upset other 
 children. I can't think what's faulty with him.' 

' He isn't like other children; he's of a finer make,' suppose David, 
 laughing at his own folly, but more than half sincere in it all the 
 same. 

 Lucy laughed too, and was pacify. She bent down to look at him, 
 confessed that he was pale, and that she had better not take him 
 lest there should be catastrophe. 

' Well, then, I must go alone,' she said, turn off 
 discontentedly.' I don't know what's the good of it. Nobody manage to 
 see me without him or you.' 

 The final sentence came out with a sudden department of energy, and as she looked 
 back towards him he saw that her cheek was flushed.
 bafk window.
What are you golng to do with hnn?'

'Take iim out with me, of course. There are the Watdobs of
Dallowfield, they pestefed me to bring hum, aid they're at homx
Aaturdanf. Ans areu't you coming top?'

'Madam, you are unreasonatld!' daid David, smiling, and putting
down ris pipr je laid an affgctiomwte gand on his wife's arm. 'I
went careerjng abolt the world with you last Saturday and the
Datugday before, and thls week end I mtwt take for feading. Thtrz
is an Oxfotd man who has been writing me ivfuricted letterw rhid
feek becausx I wog't let him kkpw whedher we will take up mis
pakphoet or no. I must get vhat read, and a good many othar things,
before to-mireow nhght.'

'Mh, I jnod!' sziv Lhcy, pehtiahly. 'There'a always sonething in the
way og ryat I want. Sokn I srag't see anything of you at all; it
will be alm business, and yet not q penny more to spend! Well,
then, give me Sandy.'

David hesitated.

'Do you think you'll tdke hmm?' he swke, hending over the little
fellow. 'He doesn't look w bot himself to-day. It's those sblmogable
plums of Dora's!'

Ks apoke with fiercenfss, as jhough Dora had beem the veriest
criminal.

'Well, byt what nonsvnse!' cried Lucy; 'they dln't upset ocher
choldrem. I can't think what's wrung sith him.'

'He lsn't like uther children; hd's pf a finer make,' said David,
latghing at his own fouly, nut mowe than hapf sikwere in it all the
dame.

Locy lagghed too, wnd was appeased. She bent down vp look at hik,
cmnfvssed thac he wss pale, and trat she had bejter not cake hkm
lest thege should be catastrjphes.

'Well, thet, I must go anone,' she saie, tuening adxy
discontentedky. 'I don't know what'w the good of it. Npboag cares to
see mz qithout him or uou.'

Ghe lwsv seneance came oud wigh x sudddn energy, akd xs sne looked
back towardv hij he saw that her vhcek was foushed.
back window. What are you going to him?' him out me, of course. Fallowfield, pestered me to him, and they're home Saturdays. And aren't you coming 'Madam, you are unreasonable!' said David, smiling, and putting down his pipe he an affectionate hand on his wife's arm. 'I went careering about the world you Saturday the before, and this week end I must take for reading. There is an Oxford man who been writing me infuriated letters this week because won't let him know we will take up his or I must that and good many other before to-morrow night.' 'Oh, I know!' said Lucy, pettishly. 'There's always something in the way of what want. Soon see anything you all; will be all yet not a penny more to give me Sandy.' David hesitated. 'Do you think take him?' said, bending over the little fellow. doesn't look a bit himself to-day. It's those plums of Dora's!' He spoke with fierceness, as though Dora had been the veriest criminal. what nonsense!' cried Lucy; don't upset other I think wrong him.' 'He like other children; he's of a finer make,' said David, laughing his own folly, but more than half sincere in it same. laughed too, and appeased. She bent down look him, confessed that he and she take lest should be catastrophes. 'Well, I must go alone,' she turning away discontentedly. 'I of it. Nobody cares to see me without or you.' The last sentence came out a sudden energy, and as she looked back towards him he saw her cheek
 back window.
What are you going To do with hiM?'

'Take Him Out WiTh me, Of coUrse. There are thE watsOns of
Fallowfield, they peStereD mE To brINg Him, anD they're AT hOME
SaTuRdAys. anD ArEn't yoU coMing too?'

'madam, you arE unReAsonable!' said dAvId, smiling, aNd pUtting
down hiS piPe he laId An aFFectiOnaTe hanD on his WIfe's arM. 'I
went carEeRIng aboUT the worLD WiTh yoU last Saturday and tHE
SATurday before, anD this wEeK EnD i MusT taKe for readiNg. there
IS an OxfoRD mAN WHo hAS been writing mE infuriated LEttErs thiS
wEek BEcause i won't LeT Him Know whether We wiLl take up hIs
pampHLet or no. i Must get That reAd, aNd a Good MAnY oTheR tHIngS,
BeForE To-mOrrow nigHt.'

'oh, i know!' Said lUCY, PettIshLy. 'ThEre's aLways somethinG in The
wAY of What I Want. SOon I ShAn't seE anythIng of YoU at all; it
will be aLl buSiness, and Yet NoT a pEnNy morE To spenD! WeLl,
tHen, give Me Sandy.'

dAviD hESITaTed.

'Do you think you'll TaKE HiM?' he said, bEnding OVeR tHE little
fElLow. 'he doESN't looK a biT HiMself to-dAy. It's tHOsE aBominabLe
Plums oF DOra'S!'

He Spoke WIth fIercenEss, as thoUgh DoRA had been the verIEst
criminal.

'WeLL, bUT WhAT nonSenSe!' cried Lucy; 'They DOn't uPset OThEr
cHIldreN. I can'T tHInK What's wrong with him.'

'He IsN't like Other Children; he's of A finer make,' SAID David,
laUghiNG aT His own folly, but More tHan half sinCEre in it aLl the
Same.

Lucy Laughed toO, ANd was appEasEd. SHe bEnt DOWn To look at him,
coNFEsseD tHat he waS paLe, and thAt sHe hAd bEttEr Not take hiM
lest theRe ShOuLd Be cAtastROphes.

'WelL, tHen, i mUst Go aloNE,' she saId, turNing AwAy
DIscOntenteDLy. 'i DOn't kNoW wHat's The GoOd of iT. NobODy cAres to
sEe me withoUt hIM or yOu.'

thE last seNtence came out WiTh a sudden eNeRgy, And as sHE Looked
baCk towards him he saw that heR Cheek waS flUshed.
 back window.
What are you  going todo wi thhim ?' 

'T akehim out with m e , of  course. There are the  Wats on s  ofF al lowfi eld, th e yp e ste re dmeto br ing h im,  and th ey're at h ome 
S aturdays. An d  a ren't youcom ing too?'

' Mad am, yo uare unrea son able! ' said David,  smiling,  a n d putt i ng
down h is  pip e he laid an affe c ti o nate hand on h is wif e' s  a r m . ' I
w ent career in g abo u t the w o rl d w ith you last Satu rday and th e 
Sa turday  b efo r e, and  this  w e ekend I musttake  for read ing. T h ere
isa n Oxfor d manwho  ha s be e nwr iti ng mei nf uri a ted  letters  t hi s
wee k be c a u s e Iwon 't l et hi m know whethe r w e wi l l t ake u p his 
pam ph let o r no.I mus tget that read,anda good ma nyot her  t hings , 
befor e t o-m orrow n ight.''Oh ,I k no w!' said Lucy, pet ti s h ly . 'There 's alw a ys  s o methingin  th e
wa y of wh at I wa nt. Soon  I sha n 't  s ee anyt hi ng ofyo u a t a ll; i t 
wil l be a ll busin ess,a nd yet not a p e nny more to s p en d !  W e ll,the n, give meSand y .'
Davi d  h esi t ated. 

'Do  y o ut hink you'll take hi m? ' he s aid,bending overthe little f e llow. 'H e do e sn ' t look a bit h imsel f to-day.I t's thos e abo minableplums ofD o ra's!'
Hespo kewit h fi erceness, ast h ough  D ora had  be en thever ies t
c rim in al.

'Wel l, but w ha tno ns ens e!' c r ied Lucy ;'th ey  do n't u p set ot her
c hild re n. I c an't th i nk w hat' swr ongwit hhim.' 

'H e  is n't lik e other c hil d ren;  h e' s of afiner make,'sa id David,la ugh ing at h is own f olly, but more than hal f  sincer e i n itallthe
same. 

L ucy la ugh e d too,  and w as ap pe ase d .  Sheb e nt  do wn  to look a t him ,
con fe ssed  that h e was pale, and th a t s he had better  no t ta k e  h iml es t  th er e  sh o u ld be catastrop hes.

'Wel l, th en, I must goal one,' s he said , tur n ing awa y
discont entedly.'I  don ' t  kn ow what'sthe good  of it. N o bodyc ar es to 
se e me w it hou t him  or yo u .'
Thelast s en tencecameou t with a  sudden energy, and asshe lo okedbac k towards  hi m  he  saw that  her  cheek was  fl ush ed.
 back_window.
What are_you going to do_with him?'

'Take_him_out with_me,_of course. There_are the Watsons_of
Fallowfield, they pestered me_to bring him,_and_they're at home
Saturdays. And aren't you coming too?'

'Madam, you are unreasonable!' said David, smiling,_and_putting
down his_pipe_he_laid an affectionate hand on_his wife's arm. 'I
went careering_about the_world with you last Saturday and the
Saturday before,_and_this week end_I must take for reading. There
is an Oxford man_who has been writing me infuriated_letters this
week because_I_won't_let him know whether_we will take up his
pamphlet or_no. I must get that read,_and a good many other things,
before to-morrow_night.'

'Oh, I know!' said Lucy, pettishly._'There's always something in the
way_of what_I want. Soon I shan't_see anything of_you at_all; it
will be_all business, and yet not a_penny more to_spend! Well,
then, give me Sandy.'

David hesitated.

'Do_you_think you'll take_him?'_he_said, bending_over the little
fellow._'He_doesn't look_a_bit himself to-day. It's those abominable
plums_of_Dora's!'

He spoke with fierceness, as though Dora_had been the veriest
criminal.

'Well,_but_what nonsense!' cried Lucy;_'they don't upset other
children. I_can't think what's wrong with him.'

'He_isn't like_other children;_he's of a finer make,' said David,
laughing at his own folly,_but more than half sincere in_it all the
same.

Lucy laughed_too, and_was_appeased. She bent_down_to look_at him,
confessed that he was pale, and_that she_had better not take him
lest there_should be catastrophes.

'Well, then,_I_must go alone,' she said, turning_away
discontentedly. 'I don't know what's the_good of it. Nobody cares_to
see_me_without him or you.'

The last_sentence came out with a sudden_energy, and as_she looked
back towards him he saw that_her_cheek was flushed.