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_ were forever on Louise’s tongue), I’d like to
see you at it. And what does your father do
besides his washing, and ironing, and knitting,
and sewing ; take in spinning ?”’

Alice laughed again; ‘‘ My father paints
_ pictures, and draws; oh, beautiful, Louise.”’

‘¢ Well, well,” said Louise, dropping her
arms, ‘* now I’m certain that that old Hilton
house is actually an enchanted palace.”’

Here a noisy altercation from another quar-
ter of the yard drowned all farther speech.

‘¢ Come, come, do let me have it, it’s my
own book, Rovina, do, do?”’ cried a plead-
ing voice, while the little ugly Rovina was
observed with an expression of hateful exul-
tation, holding a beautiful book high in air,
before a group of lesser girls.

‘‘ Do give it back! do, do, Rovina! ” the
voice continued to entreat, joined now by all
the others. |