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'I wonder what you would make for me.'
Geraldine had it on her tongue's end that Alice would be difficult,
for want of anything distinctive, but Felix and Edgar were both
jotting something down, and Robina was before-hand with either--
'Scarlet pimpernel, tortoiseshell butterfly, budgerigar, marmoset.'
No one answered, for Felix had pushed a slip of paper over to Alice,
on which she read--"'Forget-me-not, ladybird, linnet, kitten." I
don't think I ever saw a linnet. Isn't it a little brown bird?'
'With a rich glow of red, and a beautiful song,' said Felix, smiling;
and the red glowed redder on her cheek, as she said, laughing,
'Kitten for mischief, eh? For shame, Mr. Underwood!--What, another!
Dear me, I shall not know myself!'
This had been slipped into her hand; and Cherry suspected that her
exclamation had been a mistake of which she was conscious, as the
colour deepened on her already blushing cheeks, and her eyes were
cast down, while a demure smile played on her lips. The incautious
exclamation had betrayed her, and the young ones clamoured to hear
Edgar's view of her transmigration; but there was a little coy
struggle of 'Oh no, she wouldn't, and she couldn't.
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