Old and New
hundred and tell me the stories; and I've heard father read aloud to you; and the older girls and the younger teachers used to discuss them at school;—oh! I know a lot about life,—as it is in books,—and I'm just waiting to see if any of it really happens!"
"Digby Popham is the only rich nobleman in sight for you, Nancy!" Kitty said teasingly.
"Or freckled Cyril Lord," interpolated Julia.
"He looks like an unbaked pie!" This from Kitty.
Nancy flushed. "He's shy and unhappy and pale, and no wonder; but he's as nice and interesting as he can be."
"I can't see it," Julia said, "but he never looks at anybody, or talks to anybody but you, so it's well you like him; though you like all boys, for that matter!"
"The boys return the compliment!" asserted Kitty mischievously, "while poor you and I sit in corners!"
"Come, come, dears," and Mrs. Carey joined in the conversation as she picked up a pillow before returning to the house. "It's a little early for you to be talking about rich noblemen, is n't it?"
Nancy followed her out of the door, saying as she thoughtfully chewed a straw, "Muddy, I
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