... nursery, as thou wert bid, little Clare? " "I wanted to see the fishes," returned Clare, still pouting "We cannot alway have what we want," answered he "You can!" objected Clare CHAPTER ONE "Nay, my ... I tell thee?" "Would they bite me?" demanded Clare solemnly "Nay, I reckon not." "What, not a wild fish?" said Clare, opening her dark blue eyes Mr Avery laughed, and shook his head "But I would ... Pendexter?" "An' thou wilt, my little floweret." Mr Avery rose slowly, and taking Clare by the hand, went back to the house He returned to his turret-study, but Clare scampered upstairs, possessed herself...