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of ar lord! Nell, I've a kind of feeling

that I ought to have been the heldest son of an hearl, but that I was

changed in the cradle, don't you know I should advise you not to stick

your head too far out of the , or one of these tunnels will knock

it off A brainless sister I can bear with, but one without any head at

all would be rather too h, boylike, he tried to play the

cynic; and when the rae, and they calealish park, and the flylemere, Dick

emitted a whistle of surprise and adnifies the Maltbys' and the

other places we know, after that?"

But Nell's eyes, after a glance at the great house, were fixed upon the

lodge at which the fly had stopped

"Oh, Dick, how pretty!" she exclaiazed at the ivy-covered little house with its latticed

s and Gothic porch