tails dished up together. Can't you see the philology of it? 'Squint' and 'peek.' Worcester can't put down everything. He leaves something to human ingenuity. The language isn't all made,--or used,--yet!"
Barbara had a way of putting heads and tails together, in defiance--in aid, as she maintained--of the dictionaries.
"O, I can practise," Ruth said, cheerily. "It will be so bright out there, and the mornings will be so early!"
"That's just what they won't be, particularly," said Barbara, "seeing we're going 'west over.'"
"Well, then, the afternoons will be long. It is all the same," said Ruth. That was the best she could do.
"Mother," said Rosamond, "I've been thinking. Get grandfather to have some of the floors stained. I think rugs, and English druggets, put down with brass-headed nails, in the middle, are delightful. Especially for a country house."
"It seems, then, we are going?"
Nobody had even raised a question of that.
Nobody raised a qu