Far, far below my level,

Oh, Mary Jane,

You give me pain,

You wicked little----"

 

"Thomasina!" cried the scandalised Mrs. Valpy, and Thomasina laughed.

 

 

 

 

 CHAPTER II.

WANTED, A CHAPERON.

 

"We are told in stories olden Dragons watched the apples golden,

Quick to send a thief to Hades.

Now no fruit the world-tree ladens, Apples gold are dainty maidens,

And the dragons are old ladies."

 

After dinner--a meal cooked, conducted, and eaten on strictly digestive principles--most of the inmates of Pinchler's retired to bed. Sleep was necessary to the well-being of these wrecks of humanity, so those who could sleep went to their repose with joyful hearts, and those who could not, put off the evil hour precluding a restless night by going to the drawing-room for a little music.

Here they sat 

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