THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
and into the living-room was a trifle slow, one couldn't blame him, for Priscilla's head was on his breast and her arm about his neck. He put her down gingerly on the couch, and looked at her anxiously. "Are you all there?" he asked.
"That was splendid, Peter!" she smiled back. "Just as good as flying."
"I'll take you up and back again, if you like it," he said boyishly.
"Oh, how sweet it is! Aren't the lilies lovely?" she exclaimed.
"Peter did that," said Mrs. Martin, putting another pillow behind her.
"How good you are, Peter! Oh, everybody's been so good, it's almost worth getting hurt!"
"Don't say such a thing, Baby," said Mrs. Martin, kissing her forehead.
"And mother—well, mother has been—has been—mother!" Priscilla added, her eyes shining.
"Isn't she pretty? Doesn't she look fine?" Peter said.
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