"Yes."

There is time for one word more, dear reader, and whilst my visitor
lays his hat and coat on the table in the passage I will beseech you
not to look forward to a sentimental story; "Spring Days" is as free
from sentiment or morals as Daphnis and Chloe.

G. M.




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"Miss, I'll have his blood; I will, miss, I will."

"For goodness' sake, cook, go back to your kitchen; put that dreadful
pair of boots under your apron."

"No, miss; I'll be revenged. He has insulted me."

"You can't be revenged now, cook; you see he has shut himself in; you
had better go back to your kitchen."

The groom, who was washing the carriage, stood, mop in hand, grinning,
appreciating the discomfiture of the coachman, who was paying the
penalty of his joke.