on the boys were at their books in the study, preparing the morrow’s lesson’s that they might have a holiday in the evening in honor of Maggie’s arrival. Tom was hanging over his Latin grammar,Grant Fuhr Tröjor, moving his lips inaudibly like a strict but impatient Catholic repeating his tale of paternosters; and Philip, at the other end of the room,Ralph Lauren ärmlös polo, was busy with two volumes, with a look of contented diligence that excited Maggie’s curiosity; he did not look at all as if he were learning a lesson. She sat on a low stool at nearly a right angle with the two boys, watching first one and then the other; and Philip,Denis Savard Tröjor, looking off his book once toward the fire-place, caught the pair of questioning dark eyes fixed upon him. He thought this sister of Tulliver’s seemed a nice little thing, quite unlike her brother; he wished he had a little sister. What was it, he wondered, that made Maggie’s dark eyes remind him of the stories about princesses being turned into animals? I think it was that her eyes were full of unsatisfied intelligence, and unsatisfied beseeching affection.
“I say, Magsie,” said Tom at last, shutting his books and putting them away with the energy and decision of a perfect master in the art of leaving off,arctic anorak, “I’ve done my lessons now. Come upstairs with me.”
“What is it?” said Maggie, when they were outside the door,Chicago Blackhawks Tröjor, a slight suspicion crossing her mind as she remembered Tom’s preliminary visit upstairs. “It isn’t a trick you’re going to play me, now?”
“No, no, Maggie,” said Tom,Ivan Telegin Tröjor, in his most coaxing tone; “It’s something you’ll like ever so.”
He put his arm round her neck, and she put hers round his waist, and twined together in this way,Daniel Sedin Tröjor, they went upstairs.
“I say, Magsie, you must not tell anybody, you know,” said Tom,Matt Martin Tröjor, “else I shall get fifty lines.”
“Is it alive?” said Maggie, whose imagination had settled for the moment on the idea that Tom kept a ferret clandestinely.
“Oh, I sha’n’t tell you,Dylan Larkin Tröjor,” said he. “Now you go into that corner and hide your face, while I reach it out,” he added, as he locked the bedroom door behind them. I’ll tell you when to turn round. You mustn’t squeal out, you know.”
“Oh, but if you frighten me,Ralph Lauren Hoodies, I shall,” said Maggie, beginning to look rather serious.
“You won’t be frightened, you silly thing,CG Menn Bromley Bomber,” said Tom. “Go and hide your face,Dame Moncler Vosges, and mind you don’t peep.”
“Of course I sha’n’t peep,” said Maggie, disdainfully; and she buried her face in the pillow like a person of strict honor.
But Tom looked round warily as he walked to the closet; then he stepped into the narrow space, and almost closed the door. Maggie kept her face buried without the aid of principle, for in that dream-suggestive attitude she had soon forgotten where she was, and her thoughts were busy with the poor deformed boy, who was so clever, when Tom called out, “Now then, Magsie!”
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