"Why, no, Edith; I think not."
"Ah, do! I like it so much, and I want him to hear it; and you know Mamma says they're all pretty. Wont you?"
"My dear Edith, you have heard it once already to-day"
"But I want you to read it for me again."
"Let me have it, Miss Edith," said Mr. Carleton, smiling. "I will read it for you."
"Ah, but it would be twice as good if you could hear her read it," said Edith, fluttering over the leaves of the magazine, "she reads it so well. It's so funny about the coffee and buckwheat cakes."
"What is that, Edith?" said her mother.
"Something Mr. Carleton is going to read for me, Mamma."
"Don't you trouble Mr. Carleton."
"It won't trouble him, Mamma; he promised of his own accord."