A Little Mother to the Others by L. T. Meade
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Nevertheless, Iris could scarcely touch her wine, and she pushed aside the tempting macaroon which Mr. Delaney had slipped on to her plate. She found it impossible to eat. Apollo, after a moment's hesitation, attacked his wine and swallowed his biscuit manfully; but even he had not his usual appetite. After a short pause, Iris gave a gentle sigh and put both her arms round her father's neck. "I am tired, father; I should like to go to bed." "And I want to go too," said Apollo. "Those are the first sensible remarks I have heard from either of the children," said Mrs. Dolman. "I should think they are dead tired for want of sleep, poor little mites. Good-night, both of you. When you come to live with me--ah! I see you are astonished; but we will talk of that pleasant little scheme to-morrow. Good-night to you both." "Good-night, Aunt Jane," said Iris. "Good-night, Aunt Jane," said Apollo. "Good-night to you both, my pets," said Mr. Delaney. Iris gave her father a silent hug, Apollo kissed him on the forehead--a moment later the little pair left the room. As soon as ever they had done so, Mrs. Dolman turned to her brother. |
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