"
"I don't doubt it, daughter," he said, "for I have often noticed
that spoiled, petted children, usually have very little love for
their parents, or indeed for any one but themselves. But I must
put you in your bed, or you will be in danger of taking cold."
He laid her down, tucked the clothes snugly about her, and
pressing one more kiss on the round, rosy cheek, left her to her
slumbers.
CHAPTER FOURTEENTH
"You play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me."
--SHAKESPEARE's _Henry Eighth_.
"These delights, if thou canst give,
Mirth, with thee I mean to live."
--MILTON's _L'Allegro_.
The young party at Roselands had now grown so large--several
additions having been made to it on Monday afternoon and evening--
that a separate table was ordered to be spread for them in the
nursery, where they took their meals together; Mrs. Brown, the
housekeeper, taking the head of the table, for the double purpose
of keeping them in order, and seeing that their wants were well
supplied.
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