'*  I'll  fling  these  in  your  ugly  face.  Miss  Clara  raised  her  hand,  and

if  you  come  near    me,"    cried  he,  opened  her  mouth  to  exd^m ;  but

jumping  up,  and  behind  his  mamma'a  at  this  moment  the  servant  entered

chair,  with  a  knife  and  fork  in .  his  with  the  letters,  and  the  current  of

right  hand  covered  with  Savory  pie.  conversation  was  diverted.
'*  I  won't  have  this ;  I  won't  have

CHAPTER  XXIV.
