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s the pleasure of your company?" In response to this a lady entered, whom Mahony thought one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She carried a yearling infant in her arms, and with one hand pressed its pale flaxen poll against the rich, ripe corn of her own hair, as if to dare comparison. Her cheeks were of a delicate rose pink. "My love," said Turnham--and one felt that the word was no mere flower of speech. "My love, here is someone who wishes to marry our Polly." "To marry our Polly?" echoed the lady, and smiled a faint, amused smile--it was as though she said: to marry this infant that I bear on my arm. "But Polly is only a little girl!" "My very words, dearest. And too young to know her own mind." "But you will decide for her, John." John hung over his beautiful wife, wheeled up an easy chair, arranged her in it, placed a footstool. "Pray, pray, do not overfatigue yourself, Emma! That child is too heavy for you," he objected, as the babe made strenuous efforts to kick itself to its feet. "You know I do not approve of you carrying it yourself." "Nurse is drinking tea." "But why do I keep a houseful of domestics if one of the others cannot occasionally take her place?" He made an impetuous step towards the bell. Before he could reach it there came a thumping at the door, and a fluty voice cried: "Lemme in, puppa, lemme in!" Turnham threw the door open, and admitted a sturdy two-year-old, whom he led forward by the hand. "My son," he said, not without pride. Mahony would have coaxed the child to him; but it ran to its mother, hid its face in her lap. Forgetting the bell John struck an attitude. "What a picture!" he exclaimed. "What a picture! My love, I positively must carry out my intention of having you painted in oils, with the children round you.-- Mr. Mahony, sir, have you ever seen anything to equal it?" Though his mental attitude might have been expressed by a note of exclamation, set ironically, Mahony felt constrained to second Turnham's enthusiasm. And it was indeed a lovely picture: the gracious, golden-haired woman, whose figure had the amplitude, her gestures the almost sensual languor of the young nursing mother; the two children fawning at her knee, both ash-blond, with vivid scarlet lips.--"It helps one," thought Mahony, "to understand the mother-worship of primitive peoples." The nursemaid summoned and the children borne off, Mrs. Emma exchanged a few amiable wo
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