Probable Sons by Amy LeFeuvre
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entirely under her own control.
"I expect you would like her to be sent down to you in the evening--at dessert, perhaps, sir?" she inquired. Sir Edward pulled the ends of his moustache dubiously. "Is it necessary? I thought children ought to be in bed at that time." "Of course it shall be as you like, sir. You do not dine so late as some do. I thought you would expect to see her once in the day." After a little hesitation Sir Edward gave his permission; and when he found that Milly neither screamed nor snatched for the fruit on the table, and did not herself engross the whole conversation, he became quite reconciled to the little white figure stealing in and occupying the chair that was always placed at his left-hand side for her. Beyond this he saw very little of her while his guests were with him; but afterwards, when they had all left him, and he relapsed into his ordinary life, he was constantly coming across her. Sometimes he would find her in the stables, her arms round the stable cat, and the grooms holding a voluble conversation with her, or among the cows at the bottom of the paddock, or feeding the pigs and fowls in the poultry yard. Generally she was attended by Fritz, a beautiful collie, who had, with the fickleness of his nature, transferred his affection from his master to her, and though uncertain in temper towards most, was never anything but amiable when with the little girl. Her uncle's form approaching was quite a sufficient hint to her to make herself scarce. She would generally anticipate the usual formula: "Now |
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