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"I was sure of it, somehow. Oh, there are heaps of things about me, mummy, that you don't understand. Looks as if it were goin' to be a hot day—for England. Would you care for a ride this afternoon, Miss Lacy? We can start out after tea, if you'd like it." I WAS SURE OF IT SOMEHOW OH THERE ARE HEAPS OF THINGS ABOUT ME MUMMY THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND LOOKS AS IF WE'RE GOING TO BE A HOT DAY FOR ENGLAND WOULD YOU CARE FOR A RIDE THIS AFTERNOON MISS LACEY WE CAN START OUT AFTER TEA IF YOU LIKE IT
and would stay to play with Miss Lacy if she had nothing better to do. “Oh, but don’t let me throw you out. I’m at work. I’ve things to do all the morning.” “What possessed Georgie to behave so oddly?” the mother sighed to herself. “Miriam’s a bundle of feelings—like her mother.” “You compose—don’t you? Must be a fine thing to be able to do that. [‘Pig—oh, pig!’ thought Miriam.] I think I heard you singin’ when I came in last night after fishin’. All about a Sea of Dreams, wasn’t it? [Miriam shuddered to the core of the soul that afflicted her.] Awfully pretty song. How d’ you think of such things?” “You only composed the music, dear, didn’t you?” “The words too. I’m sure of it,” said Georgie, with a sparkling eye. No; she did not know. “Yeth; I wrote the words too.” Miriam spoke slowly, for she knew she lisped when she was nervous. “Now how _could_ you tell, Georgie?” said the mother, as delighted as though the youngest major in the army were ten years old, showing off before company. ORGIE ANNOUNCED THAT HE HAD CHANGED HIS MIND ABOUT GOING TO TOWN AND WOULD STAY TO PLAY WITH MISS LACEY IF SHE HAD NOTHING BETTER TO DO OH BUT DON'T LET ME THROW YOU OUT I'M AT WORK I'VE THINGS TO DO ALL THE MORNING WHAT POSSESSED GEORGIE TO BEHAVE SO ODDLY THE MOTHER SIGHED TO HERSELF MIRIAM'S A BUNDLE OF FEELINGS LIKE HER MOTHER YOU COMPOSE DON'T YOU MUST BE A FINE THING TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT PIG OH PIG THOUGHT MIRIAM I THINK I HEARD YOU SINGING WHEN I CAME IN LAST NIGHT AFTER FISHING ALL ABOUT A SEA OF DWEENS WASN'T IT MIRIAM SHUDDERED TO THE CORE OF THE SOUL THAT AFFLICTED HER AWFUL PRETTY SONG HOW'D YOU THINK OF SUCH THINGS YOU ONLY COMPOSED THE MUSIC DEAR DIDN'T YOU THE WORDS TOO I'M SURE OF IT SAID GEORGIE WITH A SPARKLING EYE NO SHE DID NOT KNOW YES I WROTE THE WORDS TO MIRIAM SPOKE SLOWLY FOR SHE KNEW SHE LISPED WHEN SHE WAS NERVOUS NOW HOW COULD YOU TELL GEORGIE SAID THE MOTHER AS DELIGHTED AS THOUGH THE YOUNGEST MAJOR IN THE ARMY WERE TEN YEARS OLD SHOWING OFF BEFORE COMPANY
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