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"As to your--your step the ith some little

difficulty, "I call her a refined woe,

I shouldn't wonder--but very fond of Jo And the children," he

repeated--indeed, this sentence ran like h all his soles!"

If June had known, those words but reincarnated that tender love for

little children, for the young and weak, which in the past had made

him desert his son for her tiny self, and now, as the cycle rolled, was

taking hiet alarmed at her silence, and asked impatiently:

"Well, what do you say?"

June slid down to his knee, and she in her turn began her tale She

thought it would all go splendidly; she did not see any difficulty, and

she did not care a bit what people thought

Old Jolyon wriggled H'ht that

after all these years perhaps they wouldn't! Well, he couldn't help it!

Nevertheless, he could not approve of his granddaughter's way of putting

it--she ought to s were too mixed, too inconsistent for

expression

No--went on June he did not care; what business was it of theirs? There

was only one thing--and with her cheek pressing against his knee, old

Jolyon knew at once that this so