. A little queen of hearts; an international story . CELESTE ! gaspedTed, letting his book fall fromhis hands. Cousin Ted .gasped Marie-Celeste ; and flop went the cup-custard over on one side, andthen rolled off of the tray al-together. Perhaps you thinkgasped is a pretty strong word ;but when you are fairly takenoff your feet with surprise, you /.•>)Mf(BHjfjk cant for the very first moment FrPBl ^° mucn better with words than 1 gasp them. 1 Where did you come from,Marie-Celeste ? Ted demandedalmost roughly, and as thoughshe had no right in the world tocome from any place do
. A little queen of hearts; an international story . CELESTE ! gaspedTed, letting his book fall fromhis hands. Cousin Ted .gasped Marie-Celeste ; and flop went the cup-custard over on one side, andthen rolled off of the tray al-together. Perhaps you thinkgasped is a pretty strong word ;but when you are fairly takenoff your feet with surprise, you /.•>)Mf(BHjfjk cant for the very first moment FrPBl ^° mucn better with words than 1 gasp them. 1 Where did you come from,Marie-Celeste ? Ted demandedalmost roughly, and as thoughshe had no right in the world tocome from any place do you come to hehere, Cousin Theodore ? parry-ing question with question, anddrawing her little figure to itsfull height, in resentment of thetone in which Ted had spoken. Oh, you need not make any pretence, Ted said has been mean enough to go back on me, and you knowall there is to tell. I can see through the whole thing, cup-custard,sponge-cake and all, and Haroldll be down here in a moment tohelp lord it over the i y8 A LITTLE QUEEN OF HEARTS. What do you mean, Ted ? for she really did not understand allhe said. Donald hasnt told me anything, nor Harold, nor all gone off to see some cows somewhere, and Mrs. Hartleyasked me if I would not take this little tray down to Mr. Morris,the gentleman who had met with the accident, and Marie-Celestegave a comprehensive glance through the little orchard, as thoughstill expecting to discover the real object of her search under someneighboring tree. I am the gentleman who met with the accident, said Ted, smiling in spite of himself, and my name is supposed to be Morris. The smile relieved matters somewhat, and Marie-Celeste, settingthe little tray on the ground, picked up the cup-custard, which hadsuffered nothing by its fall, and putting it back in its place on thetray, took a seat in the corner of the rug, to which Ted motionedher, and then clasping her two hands round her knees, asked i
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