Drink the toast, Jack. She
thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for
the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster
family about how excited she was. The order was promptly
obeyed, and the horses proceeded at a furious pace along the Edgeware Road. "Put up your blade, Sir Rowland," rejoined Jonathan, resuming his former calm
demeanour, "King James the Third will need it. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a
chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's
'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. The young lady in the bureau said she would inquire, and Ann Veronica, while
she affected to read the appeal on a hospital collecting-box upon the bureau
counter, had a disagreeable sense of being surveyed from behind by a small,
whiskered gentleman in a frock-coat, who came out of the inner office and into
the hall among a number of equally observant green porters to look at her and
her bags. “Very funny. ”
“Capital!” Mr.
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