. Donald and Dorothy . and insistin upontheir havin their grog from one tap — Mr. JaclC, I m ashamed of you ! How often I ve re-quested you not to put it that way! Milk from onecow is a common-sense rule. Every one knows thatbabies brought up by hand must be treated just soparticular. Well, they throve on it, did nt they ? — liereyes kindling. Throve, my hearty ? — ahem ; beg parding ! Throve !Why, they just bounded ! I i^ver see anything like it!The brightest, liveliest little pair o sea-gulls I ever set eyeson ; an grow ? Grow, Miss Blum ? Well, throw me to thesharks if ever I see anyth
. Donald and Dorothy . and insistin upontheir havin their grog from one tap — Mr. JaclC, I m ashamed of you ! How often I ve re-quested you not to put it that way! Milk from onecow is a common-sense rule. Every one knows thatbabies brought up by hand must be treated just soparticular. Well, they throve on it, did nt they ? — liereyes kindling. Throve, my hearty ? — ahem ; beg parding ! Throve !Why, they just bounded ! I i^ver see anything like it!The brightest, liveliest little pair o sea-gulls I ever set eyeson ; an grow ? Grow, Miss Blum ? Well, throw me to thesharks if ever I see anything grow like them babbies ! Did nt they! exclaimed Miss Blum, so happy inrecalling her success with the dear, darling little Dsthat she quite forgot to check Mr. Jacks inelegance. 78 DONALD AND DOROTHY. Ah, many a time I used to stand and wonder at them when I should have been workin! It seemed to me as if they improved hourly. Why, do you know, Mr. Jack — A bell rang violently, as if some one were in I USED TO STAND AND WONDER AT THEM, WHEN I SHOULD HAVEBEEN workin. Its the master I cried Liddy, and asshe sprang upthe stairs, Jack followed her rapidly and lightly on tiptoe. But it was not Mr. George at all. When Liddy hastilyopened the library door, with a Did you ring, sir ? andMr. Reed responded with a surprised No, thank you! ^^ WELL-MEANING GROWN FOLK. 79 while the visitor coolly stared at her, the good woman ranup to the second story to inc^uire further, and Jack w^entdown again, whistling softly to himself Lydia found Donald in tribulation. He had remainedup to write a letter to a friend at boarding-school, andsomehow had managed to upset his inkstand. His attemptsto prevent serious damage had only increased the mischiefA pale but very large ink-stain stared up at him from thewet carpet. De-structionl exclaimed Lydia, as, standing at theopen door, slie took in the situation at a glance. Ifyoud only rubbed it with blotting-paper the instant ithappen
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