"
"Three!" she said. "Why _three_?"
"I had no more wool, and there are plenty of one-leged men
anyhow."
I would fane have returned to my book, dreaming between
lines, as it were, of the Romanse which had come into my life
the day before. It is, I have learned, much more interesting to
read a book when one has, or is, experiencing the Tender Passion
at the time. For during the love seens one can then fancy that
the impasioned speaches are being made to oneself, by the object
of one's afection. In short, one becomes, even if but a time,
the Heroine.
But I was to have no privacy.
"Bab," Sis said, in a more mild and fraternal tone, "I want
you to do somthing for me."
"Why don't you go and get it yourself?" I said. "Or ring
for George?"
"I don't want you to get anything. I want you to go to
father and mother for somthing."
"I'd stand a fine chance to get it!" I said. "Unless it's
Calomel or advice."
Although not suspicous by nature, I now looked at her and
saw why I had recieved the pink hoze. It was not kindness. It
was bribery!
"It's this," she explained.
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