The things we do!

And
she bade Rosey sing for Mr. Bayham, who was in a rapture at the young
lady's performances, and said no wonder such an accomplished daughter
came from such a mother, though how such a mother could have a daughter
of such an age he, F. B., was at a loss to understand. Oh, sir! Mrs.
Mackenzie was charmed and overcome at this novel compliment. Meanwhile
the little artless Rosey warbled on her pretty ditties.
"It is a wonder," growled out Mr. Warrington, "that that sweet girl can
belong to such a woman. I don't understand much about women, but that one
appears to me to be--hum!"
"What, George?" asked Warrington's friend.
"Well, an ogling, leering, scheming, artful old campaigner," grumbled the
misogynist. "As for the little girl, I should like to have her to sing to
me all night long. Depend upon it she would make a much better wife for
Clive than that fashionable cousin of his he is hankering after. I heard
him bellowing about her the other day in chambers, as I was dressing.


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