74 What about Lessons ?

 

were to get her face all puckered
and creasy like that, just as if it
wanted ironing out, as Susette did
with my frock when Murray
scrunched it all up under his pillow
to hide it. But I suppose you
couldn’t iron out your face |”
Anyhow, I agreed with Lottie
not to run any risks, and I do not
think we did. At least, all my
memories of that happy year at
Beecham are mingled with the
bright, merry, gentle. friend who
made easy all the lessons that
could be easy, and gave me courage
for those that ad to be hard; and

against whose shoulder I loved to