. The story of a short life . ry long. He bit his lip, andthen burst into a peal. Better say no more to him, murmured Lady Jane. Ill seeJemima now, if he may stay with you. He nodded, and throwing himself back on the couch, held out hisarms to the child. Well, thatll do. Put these men out of your head, and let me seeyour drawing. Leonard stretched his faculties, and perceived that the storm wasoverpast. He clambered on to his fathers knee, and their heads weresoon bent lovingly together over the much-smudged sheet of paper, onwhich the motto from the chimneypiece was irregularly traced. You sh
. The story of a short life . ry long. He bit his lip, andthen burst into a peal. Better say no more to him, murmured Lady Jane. Ill seeJemima now, if he may stay with you. He nodded, and throwing himself back on the couch, held out hisarms to the child. Well, thatll do. Put these men out of your head, and let me seeyour drawing. Leonard stretched his faculties, and perceived that the storm wasoverpast. He clambered on to his fathers knee, and their heads weresoon bent lovingly together over the much-smudged sheet of paper, onwhich the motto from the chimneypiece was irregularly traced. You should have copied it from Uncle Ruperts picture. It is inplain letters there. Leonard made no reply. His head now lay back on his fathersshoulder, and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, which was of Eliza-bethan date, with fantastic flowers in raised plaster-work. But Leonarddid not see them at that moment. His vision was really turned he said, I am trying to think. Dont interrupt me, Father, ifyou please. i. He does poke with his spear in battle, I do believe; but he didnt poke us. He was beautifulto behold !—Page 12. 14 THE LOT IS CAST INTO THE LAP : The Master of the House smiled, and gazed complacently at theface beside him. No painting, no china in his possession, was morebeautiful. Suddenly the boy jumped down and stood alone, with hishands behind his back, and his eyes tightly shut. I am thinking very hard, Father. Please tell me again what ourmotto means. Lcctus sortc niea,—Happy in my lot. What arc you puzzlingyour little brains about? Because I know I know something so like it, and I cant thinkwhat! Yes—no ! Wait a minute ! Ive just got it! Yes, I remembernow : it was my Wednesday text! He opened wide shining eyes, and clapped his hands, and his clearvoice rang with the added note of triumph, as he cried, The lot isfallen unto me in a fair ground. Yea, I have a goodly heritage.!: The Master of the House held out his arms without speaking; butwh
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