Little Cousins. 57

 

pealing out again and again! Oh,
the writhings and twistings of
Uncle Hugh in his excessive
mirth! Would they ever stop
laughing? Even now my cheeks
almost tingle with those painful
blushes, and my heart beats with
that frightened shame !

And yet it was for Alick that I
was chiefly troubled, as I saw him
fling down the flowers and run,
while Harry, shouting “ conceited
young jackanapes,” pursued him at
full speed. I had never seen such
rough play or heard such mocking
laughter, and I burst into tears,
sobbing out my trouble on my