'It is holding your face down over that baby's hood,' said Emily,
'you will sacrifice the colour of your nose to your nephew.'
Claude now asked Jane for the sealing-wax, folded up his letter,
sealed it, put on a stamp, and as Jane was leaving the room at
bedtime, said, 'Jenny, my dear, as you go by, just put that letter in
the post-bag.'
Jane obeyed, and left the room. Claude soon after took the letter
out of the bag, went to Emily's door, listened to ascertain that Jane
was not there, and then knocked and was admitted.
'I could not help coming,' said he, 'to tell you of the trap in which
Brownie has been caught.'
'Ah!' said Lily, 'I fancied I saw her peeping slyly at your letter.'
'Just so,' said Claude, 'and I hope she has experienced the truth of
an old proverb.'
'Oh! tell us what you have said,' cried the sisters.
Claude read, 'Jane desires me to say that a hood for the baby shall
be sent in the course of a week, and she hopes that it may be worn at
the christening. I should rather say I hope it may be lost in the
transit, for assuredly the head that it covers must be infected with
something far worse than the scarlet fever--the fever of curiosity,
the last quality which I should like my godson to possess.
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