"Georgie once went, and she has wished for it ever since."
"Oh, we'll get up Madame Tussaud for her at home, free gratis, for
nothing at all!" cried Armine, whose hard work inspirited him to fun
and frolic.
So in the twilight hour two days later there was a grand exhibition
of human waxworks, in which Babie explained tableaux represented by
the two Johns, Armine, and Cecil, supposed to be adapted to Lina's
capacity. With the timid child it was not a success, the disguises
frightened her, and gave her an uncanny feeling that her friends were
transformed; she sat most of the time on her aunt's lap, with her
face hidden, and barely hindered from crying by the false assurance
that it was all for her pleasure.
But there was no doubt that Esther was a pleased spectator of the
show, and her gratitude far more than sufficient to cover the little
one's ingratitude.
Those two drifted together. In every gathering, when strangers had
departed they were found tete-a-tete. Cecil's horses knew the way to
Collingwood Street better than anywhere else, and he took to
appearing there at times when he was fully aware Jock would be at the
night-school or Mutual Improvement Society.
Though strongly wishing, on poor Bobus's account, that it should not
go much farther under her own auspices; day after day it was more
borne in upon Mrs.
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