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Gradually the young ones were captured, and nightdresses

finally removed, ready for the clean Sunday shirt But before

the Sunday shirt was slipped over the fleecy head, away darted

the naked body, toin the sheepskin which for, whilst thethe shirt like a noose, and the father's bronze voice

rang out, and the naked child ing on its back in the deep

sheepskin announced gleefully: "I' in the sea, mother"

"Why should I walk after you with your shirt?" said the

in the sea, ure

"We say bathing, not bading," said thehere with your

shirt"

At length shirts were on, and stockings were paired, and

little trousers buttoned and little petticoats tied behind The

besetting cowardice of the faarter

question

"Where are your garters, Cassie?"

"I don't know"

"Well, look for theould really face the

situation After Cassie had grovelled under all the furniture

and blacked up all her Sunday cleanliness, to the infinite grief

of everybody, the garter was forgotten in the neashing of the

young face and hands

Later, Ursula would be indignant to see Miss Cassiesluthered down

to her ankle, and a grubby knee showing