"Hugh, get up," he called, "it is ten minutes to—why it is ten minutes past twelve, and no good at all!"
CHAPTER XIX.
WORRIED.
gnes, my child, being left in charge does not agree with you."
"Why, auntie?"
"Hugh, get up," he called, "it is ten minutes to—why it is ten minutes past twelve, and no good at all!"
gnes, my child, being left in charge does not agree with you."
"Why, auntie?"