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Alice Sit-By-The-Fire

Creator: Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew), 1860-1937
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GINEVRA, feeling rather small beside Amy, 'Marry him?' AMY. 'Yes. I must dree my weird. Is it dree your weird, or weird your dree?' GINEVRA. 'I think they both do.' She does not really care; nobler thoughts are surging within her. 'Amy, why can't I make some sacrifice as well as you?' Amy seems about to make a somewhat grudging reply, but the unexpected arrival of the man who has so strangely won her seals her lips. AMY. 'You!' with a depth of meaning, 'Oh, sir.' STEVE, the most nervous of the company, 'I felt I must come. Miss Grey, I am in the greatest distress, as the unhappy cause of all this trouble.' AMY, coldly, 'You should have thought of that before.' STEVE. 'It was dense of me not to understand sooner--very dense.' He looks at her with wistful eyes. 'Must I marry you, Miss Grey?' AMY, curling her lip, 'Ah, that is what you are sorry for!'
Oscar The Boy Who Had His Own Way

CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. A KITCHEN SCENE. Bridget and her little realm--A troop of rude intruders--An imperious demand--A flat refusal--Prying investigations--Biddy's displeasure aroused--Why Oscar could not find the pie--Another squabble, and its consequences--Studying under difficulties--Shooting peas--Ralph and George provoked--A piece of Bridget's mind--Mrs. Preston--George's complaint--Oscar rebuked--A tell-tale--Oscar's brothers and sisters--His father and mother. CHAPTER II. OSCAR IN SCHOOL. Oscar's school--The divisions and classes--Lively and pleasant
STEVE. 'Yes--horribly sorry.' Hastily, 'Not for myself. To tell you the truth, I'd be--precious glad to risk it--I think.' AMY, with a glance at Ginevra, 'You would?' STEVE. 'But very sorry for you. It seems such a shame to you--so young and attractive--and the little you know of me so--unfortunate.' AMY. 'You mean you could never love me?' STEVE. 'I don't mean that at all.' AMY. 'Ginevra!' Indeed Ginevra feels that she has been obliterated quite long enough. GINEVRA, with a touch of testiness in her tone, 'Amy--introduce me.' AMY. 'Mr. Stephen Rollo--Miss Dunbar. Miss Dunbar knows all.' Ginevra makes a movement that the cynical might describe as brushing Amy aside. GINEVRA. 'May I ask, Mr. Rollo, what are your views about woman?' STEVE. 'Really I--'