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 that Maimie was terrible. Tony entreated her not to do it to-night, and the mother and their coloured nurse threatened her, but Maimie merely smiled her agitating smile. And by and by when they were alone with their night-light she would start up in bed crying ‘Hsh! what was that?’ Tony beseeches her, ‘It was nothing—don’t, Maimie, don’t!’ and pulls the sheet over his head. ‘It is coming nearer!’ she cries. ‘Oh, look at it, Tony! It is feeling your bed with its horns—it is boring for you, O Tony, oh!’ and she desists not until he rushes downstairs in his combinations, screeching. When they came up to whip Maimie they usually found her sleeping—tranquilly not shamming, you know, but really sleeping, and looking like the sweetest little angel, which seems to me to make it almost worse.

But of course it was daytime when they were in the Gardens, and then Tony did most of the talking. You could gather from his talk that he was a very brave boy, and no one was so proud of it as Maimie. She would have loved to have a ticket on her saying that she was his sister. And at no time did she admire him more than when he told her, as he