"She isn't exactly what I call a heavenly-minded woman," said Luclarion, quietly.
"She is very much occupied," replied Laura, grandly taking up the Oferr style. "She visits a great deal, and she goes out in the carriage. You have to change your dress every day for dinner, and I'm to take French lessons."
The absurd little sinner was actually proud of her magnificent temptations. She was only a child. Men and women never are, of course.
"I'm afraid it will be pretty hard to remember," repeated Laura, with condescension.
"That's your stump!"
Luclarion fixed the steadfast arrow of her look straight upon her, and drew the bow with this twang.
II.
LUCLARION.
How Mrs. Grapp ever came to, was the wonder. Her having the baby was nothing. Her having the name for it was the astonishment.