'I am sure papa does not think so,' said Lily; 'no, I cannot feel
that Harry is such a loss when we still have you.'
'Oh! Lily, it is plain that you never knew Harry,' said Claude. 'I
do not believe you ever did--that is one ting to be said for you.'
'Not as you did,' said Lily; 'remember, he was six years older. Then
think how little we saw of him whilst they were abroad; he was always
at school, or spending the holidays with Aunt Robert, and latterly
even farther off, and only coming sometimes for an hour or two to see
us. Then he used to kiss us all round, we went into the garden with
him, looked at him, and were rather afraid of him; then he walked off
to Wat Greenwood, came back, wished us good-bye, and away he went.'
'Yes,' said Claude, 'but after they came home?'
'Then he was a tall youth, and we were silly girls,' said Lilias; 'he
avoided Miss Middleton, and we were always with her. He was good-
natured, but he could not get on with us; he did very well with the
little ones, but we were of the wrong age. He and William and
Eleanor were one faction, we were another, and you were between both-
-he was too old, too sublime, too good, too grave for us.
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