"SETTLED!" exclaimed Dora, with a very long face, as she entered the schoolroom and threw herself back into our one easy chair with a dismal groan.

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"No! not really," I cry, re-echoing the groan, "not quite!" Quite, hopelessly, irretrievably. Father has just had a letter from the agent to say that we can have the house, so good-bye to dear old Beachmount, good-bye to all nice rides and walks and fun; welcome the dirty streets, the dreary pavement, the solemn walks of London."

"How long?" I gasp, for I feel powerless to express my feelings upon the subject.