Children's own library . r little sky-blue mantle, underhis arm, and walks away. Boots could assure me that it was better than a picter,and equal to a play, to see them babies, with their long,bright, curling hair, their sparkling eyes, and their 148 THE HOLLY-TREE. beautiful light tread, a rambling about the garden, deepin love. Boots was of the opinion that the birds believedthey was birds, and kept upwith em, singing to pleaseem. Sometimes they wouldcreep under the Tulip-tree,and would sit there with theirarms round one anothers necks,and their soft cheeks touching,a reading about the Princ
Children's own library . r little sky-blue mantle, underhis arm, and walks away. Boots could assure me that it was better than a picter,and equal to a play, to see them babies, with their long,bright, curling hair, their sparkling eyes, and their 148 THE HOLLY-TREE. beautiful light tread, a rambling about the garden, deepin love. Boots was of the opinion that the birds believedthey was birds, and kept upwith em, singing to pleaseem. Sometimes they wouldcreep under the Tulip-tree,and would sit there with theirarms round one anothers necks,and their soft cheeks touching,a reading about the Prince andthe Dragon, and thegood and bad enchant-ers, and the kings fairdaughter. Sometimes hewould hear them plan-ning about having ahouse in a forest, keep-ing bees and a cow, andliving on milk andhoney. Once hecame upon them bythe pond, and heardMaster Harry say, Adorable Norah,kiss me, and sayyou love me to dis-traction, or Ill jump in headforemost. And Bootsmade no question he would have done it if she hadnt THE HOLLY-TREE. 149 Cobbs, said Master Harry, one evening, whenCobbs was watering the flowers, I am-going on a visit,this present Midsummer, to my grandmammas atYork. Are you indeed, sir1? I hope youll have a pleasanttime. I am going into Yorkshire, myself, when I leavehere. Are you going to your grandmammas, Cobbs? No, sir. I havent got such a thing. Not as a grandmamma, Cobbs? No, sir. The boy looked on at the watering of the flowers fora little while, and then said, I shall be very glad in-deed to go, Cobbs,—Norahs going. Youll be all right then, sir, says Cobbs, with yourbeautiful sweetheart by your side. Cobbs, returned the boy, flushing, I never let any-body joke about it, when I can prevent them. It wasnt a joke, sir, says Cobbs, with humility,—wasnt so meant. I am glad of that, Cobbs, because I like you, youknow, and youre going to live with us.—Cobbs! Sir. What do you think my grandmamma gives me whenI go down there % I couldnt so much as make a
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