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But it was not till one day, going
up into Parliament, and finding some verses pinned on a curtain, that he
began to feel what it was to have no lady to superintend his daughters.
"What are they?" Gladys said. "Why, papa, Cray sent them; they are
supposed to have been written by Conyngham."
"What does he know about Conyngham?"
"Oh, I told him when I last wrote."
"When you last wrote," repeated John, in a cogitative tone.
"Yes; I write about once a fortnight, of course, when Barbara writes to
Johnnie."
"Did Miss Crampton superintend the letters?" was John's next inquiry.
"Oh no, father, we always wrote them up here."
"I wonder whether Janie would have allowed this," thought John. "I
suppose as they are so young it cannot signify."
"Cray sent them because we told him how Conyngham walked after Gladys
wherever she went. That boy is such a goose, father; you never heard
such stuff as he talks when you are away."
John was silent.
"Johnnie and Cray are disgusted with his rubbish," continued Barbara,
"pretending to make love and all that.


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