The things we do!

"
Clive, like a wise man, kept his counsel about the Prince and Princess,
with whom we have seen that he had had the honour of an interview that
very day. But after dinner Rosey came round and whispered to her mamma,
and after Rosey's whisper mamma flung her arms round Rosey's neck and
kissed her, and called her a thoughtful darling. "What do you think this
creature says, Clive?" says Mrs. Mack, still holding her darling's little
hand. "I wonder I had not thought of it myself."
"What is it, Mrs. Mackenzie?" asks Clive, laughing.
"She says why should not you come to your aunt's with us? We are sure
Mrs. Newcome would be most happy to see you"
Rosey, with a little hand put to mamma's mouth, said, "Why did you tell?
--you naughty mamma! Isn't she a naughty mamma, Uncle James?" More kisses
follow after this sally, of which Uncle James receives one with perfect
complacency: mamma crying out as Rosey retires to dress, "That darling
child is always thinking of others--always!"
Clive says, "he will sit and smoke a cheroot with Mr.


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