The things we do!

Mackenzie, frankly laughing. "We like London a great deal better than
Musselburgh."
"Oh, that we do!" ejaculates the blushing Rosey.
"And we will stay as long as ever my brother will keep us," continues the
widow.
"Uncle James is so kind and dear," says Rosey. "I hope he won't send me
and mamma away."
"He were a brute--a savage, if he did!" cries Binnie, with glances of
rapture towards the two pretty faces. Everybody liked them. Binnie
received their caresses very good-humouredly. The Colonel liked every
woman under the sun. Clive laughed and joked and waltzed alternately with
Rosey and her mamma. The latter was the briskest partner of the two. The
unsuspicious widow, poor dear innocent, would leave her girl at the
painting-room, and go shopping herself; but little J. J. also worked
there, being occupied with his second picture: and he was almost the only
one of Clive's friends whom the widow did not like. She pronounced the
quiet little painter a pert, little, obtrusive, underbred creature.


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