Synopses & Reviews
The child looked up from her dandling and patting, and after a stare of which the blankness was somewhat exaggerated, replied: Law no, Miss Pynsent, I never see him. Aren't you always messing about with him, you naughty little girl? the dressmaker returned, with sharpness. Isn't he round the corner, playing marbles, or -- or some jumping game? Miss Pynsent went on, trying to be suggestive. I assure _you, _ he never plays nothing, said Millicent Henning, with a mature manner which she bore out by adding, And I don't know why I should be called naughty, neither.