bits of the sumptuous white and gold drawing-room with the Duchess sitting reading near the fire, her golden glasses upon her nose, and Lady Gwendolen playing haughtily upon the harp, and Lady Muriel coldly listening to her. Lady Doris was having her golden hair dressed by her maid in her bed-room and Lord Hubert was reading the newspaper with a high-bred air, while Lord Francis was writing letters to noblemen of his acquaintance, and Lord Rupert was--in an aristocratic manner--glancing over his love letters from ladies of title.
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Kilmanskeg and Peter Piper just pinched each other with glee and squealed with delight.
"Isn't it fun," said Peter Piper. "I say; aren't they awful swells! But Lord Francis can't kick about in his trousers as I can in mine, and neither can the others. I'll like to see them try to do this,"-- and he turned three summersaults in the middle of the room and stood on his head on the biggest hole in the carpet--and wiggled his legs an
This piece is a delicious return to childhood for the reader. Any young girl might have dreamt of the lives of her dolls, but only the whimsical pen of Burnett's could sketch a fairy tale sweet enough for a child and yet hold the interest of an adult.
It sounds absolutley delightful!