"
Mae had laid her hand on her knee and was looking at it also in the
most serious manner. Now she doubled it into a small but very pugnacious
looking fist, which she shook most entrancingly before the very eyes of
the young man by her side. The eyes turned such a peculiar look upon
her that she hastened to add: "Go on with your dissolving views. It
is number eight's turn next. You are the showman, and I am interested
spectator."
"You insist upon describing my pictures, so I think you are properly
first assistant to the grand panorama. Here's eight-year-old. Try your
powers on her."
"Let me see. O, then I read all the while, the 'Fairchild Family'
and 'Anna Ross,' and I used to wear my hair in very smooth braids, I
remember. I was ever so good."
"Impossible; you must have forgotten," suggested Norman. "You surely
whispered in school and committed similar dreadful crimes. Poor little
prig."
"No, don't," plead Mae; "please don't laugh at the little girl me. I
love to think of her as so goody-goody.
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