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SYBIL. I31

    
    

after the children’s bedtime, —so much -after

that there could not even be a question of their

 
 

“sitting up till they come.” There was even a
doubt of Cecil and Louise doing so; and Floss

 
 
  

could not help feeling rather pleased at Mott’s
getting a decided snub from his father when he
broached the subject on his own account.

 
   
 
  

«Sit up till after ten o’clock — nonsense!
Nobody wants you. Go to bed as usual, of
course,’ said Captain Desart.

“How tired that poor little girl will be!”
said Mrs. Desart pityingly. “Children, you
must all be quiet in the morning, so as not to

 
    
    
   
    
    
 

wake her early. And you must be very gentle

 
 

and kind to her, for you know she is not accus-

 
 

tomed to companions.”

 
 

“Yes, mamma,” said Floss and Carrots
promptly. Mott said nothing, for, of course,
the speech could not have been addressed to

  
     
     

him. Mr. Maurice Desart, nearly thirteen

   

years old, could not be supposed to be a com-

 
 

panion to a mite of a girl of six.

 
 

“It won't be difficult to be quiet to-morrow