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"The child bears up wonderfully," cried my Aunt, before I could answer; "but to-morrow'll tell the story; to-morrow she'll feel the strain"

Then they all broke out talking at once John drew a big chair for hts and fending me with screens

"You are well?" John asked, obstinately planting himself between me and the others

"Perfectly How absurd you are!"

It was so ridiculous that I should be coddled after the triu awful had happened tocan now annoy uardianship, and it vexed ainst that--to warn e care even in e He is quicker than my Aunt; he divined the source of the Star article, and he almost forbade ht won't happen again," I said carelessly; "and you don't know Cadge; she's as good as the wheat"

I wasn't listening to hier and watching in the play of the fire a vision of the great Opera House, the lights, the jewels, the perfu faces

"Can't you see, Nelly," replied John, with irritation, "that this Bryant woratify a whi?" exclai only the last half dozen "Risking lives! Poor Nelly!"

"I didn't say it," John patiently explained; "but other people--"

"Nobody else will talk about Nelly's vanity Why, she hasn't a particle As for the papers, I won't have one in the house--"

"Except the Evening Post?" suggested Aunt Marcia

"Which Cadge says isn't a newspaper," I contributed

"--so we needn't care what they say"

I was ready to laugh at John's discomfiture, but the possible truth of his words struck me, and I cried out: "People won't really believe I did it on purpose, whatever the papers say--that I went there just to be looked at! Oh, that would be horrible! Horrible!"

"Of course not," John said with curt inconsistency to bring lance only, but it said: "The Queen can do no wrong"

"Oh, I hope you are right; I hope no one thought that," I said confusedly in answer to the glance And then I bent over the Caesar that Boy laid upon ain in the camp of our Great and Good Friend, Divitiacus the Aeduan?"