58 | Little Cousins.

uncle’s shoulder as he carried me
off and laughingly soothed me,
pressing the prickly wreath all the
while against my head.

It was a long time before our
adventure was forgotten. Harry’s
merry jokes brought the colour
over and over again to my face,
and the angry words to Alick’s
lips. But we were both cured,
certainly, for the time, of any love

of display or dandyism!