The Humorist
attractive. But her parentage stuck in my throat and kept me sceptical, when I might otherwise have believed.
Then Georgie took me out to see the town.
"Drusilla will be nicer to her if we leave her to it," he said confidently. "She might like to have her for a companion or something; you never know."
"I think I do know." I smiled a little. "Drusilla must make shift with her legal companion, Georgie."
"Doesn't she want some one to look after old Muffin face?"
"She has some one. Matthew Arnold has an excellent nurse."
We went for a long walk in the hot sun and gazed at the monotonous little round hills and dull valleys which surrounded us. Then I looked at the ponies he had bought for his mother, and criticized them with the frankness of inexperience. In two hours we went back.
"Drusilla can do a lot with a person in two hours," said Georgie hopefully.
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