"It's a wonderful long story about the Crusaders."
"And," explained Babie, "our governess said we—-that is I-—thought of
nothing else, and made the Lessons at Church and everything else
apply to it, so she made me resolve to say nothing about it on
Sunday."
"And she has brought out nineteen copybooks full of it," added
Armine.
"Yes," said Babie, "but the little speckled ones are very small, and
have half the leaves torn out, and we used to write larger when we
began. I think," she added, with the humility of an aspirant
contributor towards the editor of a popular magazine, "if Lord
Fordham would be so kind as to look at it, Armie thought it might do
what people call, I believe, supplying the serial element of fiction,
and I should be happy to copy it out for each number, if I write well
enough."
The word "happy," was so genuine, and the speech so comical, that the
Editor had much ado to keep his countenance as he gave considerable
hopes that the serial element should be thus supplied in the MS.
magazine.
Meantime, the two mothers were walking about and resting together,
keeping their young people in some degree in view, and discussing at
first the subject most on their minds, their sons' bodily health, and
the past danger, for which Caroline found a deeply sympathetic
listener, and one who took a hopeful view of Armine.
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