“ Oh, but if you frighten me, I shall,” said Maggie, beginning to look rather serious.
“ You won’t be frightened, you silly thing,” said Tom. “Go and hide your face, and mind you don’t peep.”
“ Of course I sha’n’t peep,” said Maggie, disdainfully; and she buried her face in the pillow like a person of strict honour.
But Tom looked round warily as he walked to the closet; then he stepped into the narrow space, and almost closed the door. Maggie kept her face buried without the aid of principle, for in that dream-suggestive attitude she had soon forgotten where she was, and her thoughts were busy with the poor deformed boy, who was so clever, when Tom called out, “Now then, Magsie!”
Nothing but long meditation and preconcerted arrangement of effects could have enabled Tom to present s
