Chapter 17 A WILD FROLIC.

The first part of the birthday was absolutely over, but the second part-the terrifying, awful part-was at hand. Aunt Sophy had kissed Pauline and had blessed her by a look. Her father had also put his trembling hand on her shoulder.

"When you want to read that lovely volume of Cicero," he said, "come to me and I will teach you. I will spare a fe