a horn that holds a pint, in the summer-house. He threw his coat over

them, but it was too late."

"Dolly, I shall have to put you in the blackhole. You belong too much

to the rising generation, or the upstart generation is the proper word.

What would Lord Nelson say? I must have him back again. He is the man

for strict discipline."

"Oh, I want to ask one thing about my great godfather. You know he only

came down with one portmanteau, and his cocked-hat box, and two hampers.

But when I went into his bedroom to see, as a goddaughter should, that

his pillow was smooth, there he had got tacked up at the head of his

bed a picture of some very beautiful lady, and another at the side, and

another at the foot! And Jenny Shanks, who couldn't help peeping in, to

see how a great hero goes to sleep, wishes that she may be an old maid

forever if she did not see him say his prayers to them. Now the same

fate befall me if I don't find out who it is. You must know, papa, so

you had better tell at once."

"That hussy shall leave the house tomorrow. I never heard of anything so

shameless. Mrs. Cloam seems to have no authority whatever. And you

too, Dolly, had no business there. If any one went to see the room

comfortable, it should have been Faith, as the lady of the house. Ever

since you persuaded me that you were too old for a governess, you seem

to be under no discipline at all."

"Now you know that you don't mean that, papa. You say those cruel things

just to make me kiss you," cried Dolly, with the action suited to the

word, and with her bright hair falling upon his snowy beard the father

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