 of such true things as are
embodied in the poems. But they are too beautiful after all to be more
than a little spoiled by such a lack of the finish with which Art ends
off all her labours. A gentleman, however, thinks it of no little
importance to have his nails nice as well as his face and his shirt."




CHAPTER X.

THE OLD CASTLE.


The place Turner had chosen suited us all so well, that after attending
to my duties on the two following Sundays at Kilkhaven, I returned on
the Monday or Tuesday to the farmhouse. But Turner left us in the
middle of the second week, for he could not be longer absent from his
charge at home, and we missed him much. It was some days before Connie
was quite as cheerful again as usual. I do not mean that she was in the
least gloomy--that she never was; she was only a little less merry. But
whether it was that Turner had opened our eyes, or that she had visibly
improved since he allowed her to make a little change in her
posture--certainly she appeared to us to have made considerable
progress, and every now and then we were discovering some little proof
of the fact. One evening, while we were still at the farm, she startled
us by calling out suddenly,--

"Papa, papa! I moved my big toe! I did indeed."

We were all about her in a moment. But I saw that she was excited, and
fearing a reaction I sought to calm her.

"But, my dear," I said, as quietly as I could, "you are probably still
aware that you are possessed of two big toes: which of them are we to
congratulate on this first stride in the march of improvement?"

She broke out in the merriest laugh. A pause followed in which her face
wore a puzzled expression. Then she said all at once, "Papa, it is very
odd, but I can't tell which of them," and burst into tears. I was
afraid that I had done more harm than good.

"It is not of the slightest consequence, my child," I said. "You have
had so little communication with the twins of late, that it is no
wonder you should not be able to tell the one from
of such true things as are 
 embodied in the poems. But they are excessively beautiful after wholly to be more 
 than a little spoiled by such a lack of the polish with which artwork ends 
 off all her labours. A gentleman, however, think it of no little 
 importance to have his nail nice as well as his font and his shirt. " 




 CHAPTER X. 

 THE OLD CASTLE. 


 The place Turner had chosen suit us all therefore well, that after attending 
 to my duties on the two following Sundays at Kilkhaven, I returned on 
 the Monday or Tuesday to the farmhouse. But Turner left us in the 
 center of the second week, for he could not be longer absent from his 
 charge at home plate, and we missed him much. It was some days before Connie 
 was quite equally cheerful again as usual. I do not intend that she was in the 
 least gloomy -- that she never was; she was entirely a little less merry. But 
 whether it was that Turner had opened our eye, or that she had visibly 
 improved since he allowed her to make a little change in her 
 position -- certainly she appeared to us to have made considerable 
 progress, and every now and then we were discovering some little proof 
 of the fact. One evening, while we were still at the farm, she startled 
 us by call out suddenly,-- 

 " Papa, papa! I moved my big toe! I do indeed. " 

 We were wholly about her in a consequence. But I saw that she was excited, and 
 fear a chemical reaction I sought to calm her. 

 " But, my dear, " I say, as quietly as I could, " you are probably still 
 aware that you are possessed of two big toes: which of them are we to 
 congratulate on this first stride in the master of architecture of improvement? " 

 She broke out in the gay laugh. A pause followed in which her face 
 wore a puzzled formula. Then she said all at once, " Papa, it is very 
 odd, but I can't tell which of them, " and abound into tears. I was 
 afraid that I had done more harm than good. 

 " It is not of the flimsy consequence, my child, " I said. " You have 
 had thus little communication with the gemini of late, that it is no 
 curiosity you should not be able to tell the one from
 of such true things as are
tmbodied in the poems. Buv they zre too ceautiful after all to be moce
thqn a oittle spoiled by such a lack ov the fibish qith which Art ends
off amp hex oabours. A gentkeman, howeeer, thinks it mf nl little
importance to have his nailf nice ss well as his fwce sgd hjs shirt."




CHAPTER X.

THE OLD CASTLE.


The place Uurner had chosen xuited us all so well, that aftfr attending
to my futies on tye tri following Rundays at Kilkhaven, I returned on
the Monday or Tuesdxy to the farmhiuwe. Hot Turner leht us pn the
middle of the sacond wrek, for he coukd iot ve longer absent from his
charge at home, and we mhsaed him much. It wqs some dayv bewire Cohnme
wzs quihe es cheerful again as uwual. I do not mean uhae she was in tge
lease dloomy--that she never was; she was only a liftle less merry. But
whetyer it was that Turnet had openqd our eyes, or that she had visibly
improved since he amuowtd her gi lake a little change in her
posture--certainly srs spieared to us to hcve made considetahlr
krogress, and exery now znd then we were dlscoveryng sime littlt propf
of the fact. One evening, wyile we were wtill at the farm, dhe startleb
us by callong out suddenly,--

"Papa, pa'a! I mkved my big toe! I dis indeed."

We were aul sbmut her in a moment. But I faw that whe cas exciged, snd
feawing a reaftion I sought to calm hfr.

"But, mf dear," I swid, as quietly as I could, "you acx probably stoln
awdre that you sre possessed of two big togs: which jf thdm are we no
congratnlate on thif first strida in the marci of imprjvemwnt?"

Sye brokd out in the metriest lalgk. A pause followed in which het race
wore a puzzoed expression. Them sfe fapd ell ae once, "Papa, id is vefu
odd, cut I can't belu whoch of them," and bursd info tears. I was
afraod that I yad done more harm thsn good.

"It is not ov the slmghtesy cjnsequence, my child," I said. "You have
had do jittle commugicabion with the cwins of late, that it is no
wonder you shiuld not be able jo tell the one from
of such true things as are embodied poems. they are beautiful after all little by such a of the finish which Art ends off all her A gentleman, however, thinks it of no little importance to have his nails as well as his face and his shirt." CHAPTER X. THE OLD CASTLE. place had suited all so well, that after attending to my duties on the two following Sundays at Kilkhaven, returned on the Monday or Tuesday to the But Turner left us the middle of the second for could not longer from charge at home, we missed him much. It was some days before Connie was quite as cheerful again as usual. do not she was the gloomy--that never was; she a little less merry. But whether Turner had opened our eyes, or that she visibly improved he allowed her to make a change in her posture--certainly she appeared to us have made considerable progress, and every now and then we were discovering some little proof fact. One evening, while were still at farm, startled by out suddenly,-- papa! I moved my big toe! I did indeed." We were about her in a moment. But I saw that she and a reaction I to calm her. "But, dear," said, as quietly as "you probably you possessed two big toes: which them are we to congratulate this first stride in broke out in the merriest laugh. A pause in which her face wore a puzzled Then she said all at once, "Papa, it is very odd, but can't tell them," and burst into tears. I was afraid I had done more than good. "It is not of the slightest consequence, child," said. "You had so little with the twins late, that it wonder you not able one from
 of such true things as are
emboDied in the pOems. BUt tHey ArE too BeauTiful after all tO Be moRe
than a little spoiled by Such a LaCK of tHE fInish With whiCH ART EndS
oFf All HeR LaBours. a geNtleman, However, thiNks It Of no little
imPOrTance to havE hiS nails nice as WelL as his FaCe aND his sHirT."




CHAPtER X.

THe oLD CAStLE.


The plaCe tUrner hAD chosen SUItEd us All so well, that afteR AtTEnding
to my dutiEs on thE tWO fOLLowIng sundays at KIlKhaveN, i returnED oN
THE MoNDay or Tuesday tO the farmhouSE. BuT TurneR lEft US in the
MiddlE oF The Second week, fOr he Could not bE longeR Absent fROm his
chArge at HomE, anD we mISsEd Him MuCH. It WAs SomE DayS before COnNiE
was qUite AS CHEerfUl aGain As usuAl. I do not mean tHat She wAS in The
leAst glOomy--ThAt she Never wAs; she WaS only a little lesS merRy. But
whetHer It Was ThAt TurNEr had oPenEd oUr eyes, oR that shE Had ViSIBLy
Improved since he allOwED HeR to make a Little CHaNgE In her
posTuRe--cErtaINLy she AppeAReD to us to hAve madE CoNsIderablE
pRogresS, aNd eVerY now aND theN we werE discoveRing sOMe little proof
oF The fact. One eveNInG, WHiLE we wEre Still at the fArm, sHE staRtleD
Us By cALling Out suDdENlY,--

"papa, papa! I moved my big ToE! I did iNdeed."

we were all abouT her in a momENT. but I saw tHat sHE wAS excited, and
feaRing a Reaction I sOUght to caLm her.

"but, my deaR," I said, as qUIEtly as I cOulD, "yoU arE prOBAbLy still
aware tHAT you ArE possesSed Of two biG toEs: wHicH of ThEm are we to
CongratuLaTe On ThIs fIrst sTRide in thE mArcH oF imProveMEnt?"

She Broke Out iN tHe MErrIest lauGH. A PAUse fOlLoWed iN whIcH her fAce
wORe a Puzzled ExpressioN. ThEN she SaId All at onCe, "Papa, it is verY
oDd, but I can't TeLl wHich of THEm," and burSt into tears. I was
afraid thAT I had doNe mOre haRm thAn good.

"It iS noT of the SliGHtest cOnsequEnce, mY cHilD," i Said. "YOU HaVe
hAd So little coMMUniCatioN wIth tHe twins Of late, that it is no
woNDer You should not bE abLe to TELl The ONe FRom
 of such true things as ar e
embodied  in t hepoe ms . Bu t th ey are too bea u tifu l after all to be more 
than  a litt l espoil ed by s u ch a  la ck  o f t he fi nishwit h which  Art endsoff  a ll her labou r s.  A gentlem an,  however, th ink s it o fnol ittle 
im porta nce to have h is nailsni c e as w e ll as h i s  f aceand his shirt."

C HAPTER X.

THE  OLD C AS T LE . 

T heplace Turn er  hadc hosen s u it e d usa ll so well, t hat after a t ten ding
t omyd utieson th et wofollowing S unda ys at Kil khaven ,  I retu r ned onthe Mo nda y o r Tu e sd ay  to  t h e f a rm hou s e.But Turn er  l eft u s in t h e 
mid dle  ofthe s econd week, f orhe c o uld  notbe lo nger  a bsent  fromhis
c ha rge at home, an d we  missed h immu ch.  I t was some d ays  be fore Co nnie
wa s  qu it e a scheerful again asus u a l.  I do no t mean th at she wasin  th e
le a s t glo omy- - th at she n ever w a s;  s he wason ly a l it tle  le ss me r ry.But
wh ether it  wast hat Turner had opened our ey e s, o rt hatshe  had visibl y
im p rove d si n ce  he allow ed he rt om ake a little change  i n herpostu re--certainly  she appea r e d  to us t o ha v em ade considerab le
pr ogress, an d  every n ow an d then w e were di s c overingsom e l itt lep r oo f
of the fact . Oneev ening,whi le we w ere  st ill  at  t he farm,she star tl ed 
u sbycalli n g out su dd enl y, --
"Pap a , papa ! I m oved  m yb igtoe! Id id i ndee d. "
Wewer eall a bout her  in a m oment. Bu t I sawth at  she wa s excited, an dfearing are act ion Is o ught tocalm her.

"But, my dea r ," I sa id,  as q uiet ly as I c oul d, "yo u a r e prob ably s tillaw are t hat y o u  a repo ssessed of t wobig t oe s: w hich of  them are we to
co n gra tulate on thi s f irst s tr ide in the  m a rch o f improvement?" 

She brok eo ut  in the me r rie st  laugh.  A paus e fol l owed in  which he r face
wo re  a p u z zle d expressi on. Then  she said all a t  o nce,"Pa pa, it  i s v ery
o dd, bu t  Ican't  tellwh ich of  them ,"  and bur st into tears. I was
af raid t hat I  ha d done mo reh arm  than goo d.
"It is not  of  th e sli ght e st co nseq u en ce, my ch ild, "  I said." Yo u h a v ehad so litt l e com munic ati o n with  the  twins of late, t h at it is no
wo nder y ousho u ld n ot  be able to te llth e one from 
 of_such true_things as are
embodied in_the poems._But_they are_too_beautiful after all_to be more
than_a little spoiled by_such a lack_of_the finish with which Art ends
off all her labours. A gentleman, however, thinks it_of_no little
importance_to_have_his nails nice as well_as his face and his_shirt."




CHAPTER X.

THE_OLD CASTLE.


The place Turner had chosen suited us_all_so well, that_after attending
to my duties on the two following Sundays_at Kilkhaven, I returned on
the Monday_or Tuesday to_the_farmhouse._But Turner left us_in the
middle of the second week,_for he could not be longer_absent from his
charge at home, and we_missed him much. It was some_days before Connie
was quite as_cheerful again_as usual. I do not_mean that she_was in_the
least gloomy--that she_never was; she was only a_little less merry._But
whether it was that Turner had_opened_our eyes, or_that_she_had visibly
improved_since he allowed_her_to make_a_little change in her
posture--certainly she appeared_to_us to have made considerable
progress, and every_now and then we_were_discovering some little proof
of_the fact. One evening, while_we were still at the farm,_she startled
us_by calling_out suddenly,--

"Papa, papa! I moved my big toe! I did indeed."

We_were all about her in a_moment. But I saw_that she_was_excited, and
fearing a_reaction_I sought_to calm her.

"But, my dear," I said,_as quietly_as I could, "you are probably_still
aware that you are_possessed_of two big toes: which of_them are we to
congratulate on this_first stride in the march_of_improvement?"

She_broke out in the merriest_laugh. A pause followed in which_her face
wore a_puzzled expression. Then she said all at_once,_"Papa, it is very
odd, but I_can't_tell which of them," and burst_into_tears._I was
afraid that I had_done more harm than good.

"It is_not of the slightest consequence, my child," I said._"You have
had so_little communication with the twins_of_late,_that it is no
wonder you should not be able to_tell the_one from