"Georgie"
and excited, and his end of the table became a very noisy one. There was something curiously penetrating about the voice of his betrothed, and something boisterous and infectious about Georgie's laughter.
"He seems a very cheerful kind of boy," a fresh little voice at my side volunteered.
I turned to my neighbor and laughed.
"Yes," I said, "cheerful and most absurd. Georgie's letting himself go a bit to-night."
"He has been telling me about his poor little Welsh boy."
I suppose I looked my surprise, for she hastily went on:
"Oh, I've known Georgie quite a long time; ever since last winter, and I have four brothers of my own. Naturally I have had a great deal of experience with boys, you see."
I looked at her, and laughed. She was apparently just out of the schoolroom herself and her eldest brother was about fifteen. I hardly thought she had had to
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