"Oh, no! not exactly. One ought not to be glad of that; but really, I think I rejoiced that anything kept him out of the way."
"Gessina is growing quite fat," said Mr. Haveloc, as the beautiful creature bounded towards them.
"Stop! I am going to carry her," said Margaret stooping down.
"Cannot you trust me to do that?" asked Mr. Haveloc.
"No; because I am going to wrap her in a corner of my shawl."
"Stay, do not give her too much," said Mr. Haveloc, assisting in the distribution of the shawl, "you must take care of yourself, in the evening air."
"She has had so much running about to-day," said Margaret.
"Yes, I saw you taking her out to exercise this morning, before breakfast."
"Did you? When we were on the lawn?"
"Yes, with that Indian-rubber ball you made her a present of."