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A careful search among the S's produced nothing in the shape of Sponge.
'Not likely, I should think,' observed Miss Jawleyford, with a toss of her
head, as her mamma announced the fact.
'Well, never mind,' replied Mrs. Jawleyford, seeing that only one of the
girls could have him, and that one was quite ready; 'never mind, I dare say
I shall be able to find out something from himself,' and so they dropped
the subject.
In due time in swaggered our hero, himself, kicking his legs about as men
in tights or tops generally do.
'May I give you tea or coffee?' asked Emily, in the sweetest tone possible,
as she raised her finely turned gloveless arm towards where the glittering
appendages stood on the large silver tray.
'Neither, thank you,' said Sponge, throwing himself into an easy-chair
beside Mrs. Jawleyford. He then crossed his legs, and cocking up a toe for
admiration, began to yawn.
'You feel tired after your journey?' observed Mrs. Jawleyford.
'No, I'm not,' said Sponge, yawning again--a good yawn this time.


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