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as he strolled towards the window. "Look at that's legs."
" Which's ?" inquired Norah, gazing in the direction he pointed.
" Them's."
" What's ? " she asked eagerly, looking around.
" None! Well, you are an April fool!" exclaimed Wilfrid with scornful glee as he resumed his seat; " that's the second time to-day ! "
" And you're a very rude boy, and you're not allowed to call me horrid names like that," said Norah with dignity; "and I won't be teased always."
With a very offended look, she set to work on her copy-book.
"Lend me your paint-box when we've finished our lessons, will you, Norah dear ?" said Wilfrid, after a short pause.
" I can't," she replied, without looking up.
" Why ?"
" I don't know why, but I can't."
" Cat in the manger ! You've got nothing you want to paint, as I have."
There was a longer pause, during which they both scribbled away, and scratched, and spluttered, whilst their tongues moved silently from side to side outside their parted lips, left to right, following the direction of each new line.
Then Norah heaved a sigh and remarked—
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