"I'll leave you for a few minutes while I write a note," said Mrs. Wentworth. "Take care of this young lady; be very kind to her. She has come to stay with Mr. Bevan, and she'll come and see you often if you are good." "I'll leave you for a few minutes while I write a note," said Mrs. Wentworth. "Take care of this young lady; be very kind to her. She has come to stay with Mr. Bevan, and she'll come and see you often if you are good." The moment the door closed behind their mother, regardless of the protests of their nurse, who was sewing at the window, the children crowded round Lallie, and all three tried to sit upon her at once. The moment the door closed behind their mother, regardless of the protests of their nurse, who was sewing at the window, the children crowded round Lallie, and all three tried to sit upon her at once. "Are you quite a grown-up lady?" asked Pris doubtfully. "Are you a grown-up lady?" asked Pris doubtfully. "No," said Lallie, "I'm a little girl----" "No," said Lallie, "I'm a little girl----" "You're a bit bigger than me," Prue granted somewhat grudgingly, "but I thought you weren't quite grown-up. Punch is only four." "You're a bit bigger than me," Prue granted somewhat grudgingly, "but I thought you weren't quite grown-up. Punch is only four." "I'm a very old four," Punch maintained. "I'm a very old four," Punch maintained. "Do you think," asked Prue, "that you could tell us a story?" "Do you think," asked Prue, "that you could tell us a story?" "Do I not?" Lallie answered, and in another minute she had the children absorbed in the legend of that "quiet, decent man, Andrew Coffy"; so that when her hostess came back to fetch her to lunch Lallie appeared, as it were, buried beneath the family of Wentworth. "Do I not?" Lallie answered, and in another minute she had the children
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