Albans, as a Roman Youth.' Chromoed as a Christmas card
by Prang, and photograph copies everywhere. You're all right,
Barker."
One night Miss Swan said, in rapture with some momentary success,
"Oh, I'm perfectly in love with this head!"
Berry looked up from his banjo, which he ceased to strum. "Hello,
hello, hel-_lo_!"
Then the two broke into a laugh, in which Lemuel helplessly joined.
"What--what is it?" asked Miss Carver, looking up absently from her
work.
"Nothing; just a little outburst of passion from our young friend
here," said Berry, nodding his head toward Miss Swan.
"What does it mean, Mad?" asked Miss Carver in the same dreamy way,
continuing her work.
"Yes, Madeline," said Berry, "explain yourself."
"Mr. Berry!" cried Miss Swan warningly.
"That's me; Alonzo W., Jr. Go on!"
"You forget yourself," said the girl, with imperfect severity.
"Well, you forgot me first," said Berry, with affected injury.
"Ain't it hard enough to sit here night after night, strumming on
the old banjo, while another fellow is going down to posterity as a
Roman Youth with a red shawl round his neck, without having to hear
people say they're in love with that head of his?"
Miss Carver now stopped her work, and looked from her friend, with
her head bowed in laughter on the back of her hand, to that of Berry
bent in burlesque reproach upon her, and then at Lemuel, who was
trying to control himself.
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