"Georgie"
back again, and I was amazed to find tears in her absurd eyes.
"I'm not so sure of that," she said. "There was Saint George, you see. I believe I can see you in armor, fighting dragons, Georgie, without much of an effort."
Occasionally Drusilla's imagination escapes from control and paints her friends in wonderful rosy tints invisible to me. And in pure, unadulterated folly Georgie had surpassed himself that afternoon.
"Are you going to take the boy up to the Manor?" I asked curiously, for Georgie's mother was a person with ideas of her own on most subjects.
"Yes," said he curtly. "My mother has some decent feelings, and she's fond of children."
"She must have been," I said softly, "to bring you up."
Georgie gave a disgusted grunt. "Anything cheaper than the general run of your jokes," said he, "I've never heard. Do
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