'And a very pretty name it is,' said little Mrs Clay, who looked very pretty herself.
'That is a very pretty compliment you have paid me! I feel I ought to make a pretty speech of thanks, but I don't know how,' cried Horatia with a merry laugh.
'Here's the mill-owner,' said his father, as George came in, looking as aristocratic as ever, with the same pleasant smile and perfect manners, only wide awake. 'I've a right to be proud of my children, haven't I? They're all I am proud of now,' said Mr Clay as he took a hand of each.
And Horatia and her brother agreed with him that he had a right to be proud of his children.
THE END
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