haustion. "Dr. Digby" (the head-master) "has quite knocked me up with over-work. Just come down and help me to carry up my books."
"Ah! you're cunning!"
"Not at all, Polly—it is positive fact. I'm as weak as a rush. Come down."
"Your eyes are quiet like the cat's, but you'll spring."
"Spring? Nothing of the kind: it is'nt in me. Come down."
"Perhaps I may—if you'll promise not to touch—not to snatch me up, and not to whirl me round."
"I? I couldn't do it!" (sinking into a chair.)
"Then put the books down on the first step, and go three yards off."
This being done, she descended warily, and not taking her eyes from the feeble Graham. Of course her approach always galvanized him to new and spasmodic life: the game of romps was sure to be exacted. Sometimes she would be angry; sometimes the matter was allowed to pass smoothly, and we could hear her say as she led him up-stairs:
"Now, my dear boy, come and take your tea—I am sure you must want something."
