And as Miss Sybil Moore was the exceedingly pretty daughter of new delightful neighbours, and as Mr. Philip coloured somewhat warmly and inverted the young scamp in great haste, there seemed a probability of pleasant truth in the statement. Especially as Meg smiled contentedly.
Esther spoke of Indian scarfs and shawls and gauzes the boxes held.
“They will do beautifully for charades and theatricals,” she said.
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]“Or playing at being grown up,” said Poppet.
The Captain leaned back against a tree. “There is not much playing about it,” he said. “I must be getting an old man; how fast you are all growing up.”
“What’s dwowing up?” asked Essie.
“I used to think it was just long dresses and done-up hair,” sighed Nellie; “or a stick and a moustache.”
“And not doing as you’re told,” supplemented Poppet.
“An’ eating thingth and not getting thick.” It was Peter’s amendment.
Meg only smiled.