OR, CLARENCE MORTIMER. 61

 

ot She nodded smilingly to them as they
went down the steps, and then closed the
door.

‘¢<«T never saw such a grand, good lady
in my life,’ said Alfred, warmly. She is fit
to be a queen. I don’t mind the cold a bit
with this overcoat on. I rather like it.
Don’t this fit ‘ine nice? See, the sleeves
come quite down over my wrists.’

‘‘ He was so elated with his own appear-
ance, that he began to skip along the side-
walk. |

‘¢ ¢ You look just like a gentleman’s son,
Al,’ said his sister, glancing at him, ad-
miringly. ‘But take care, — don’t spoil
the pies!’ _

*¢¢ And you, Em, have no idea how
pretty you look in that new cloak. Wont

mother be surprised when she sees us? ’