Verne,
glancing at her daughter for approval.
"It would be just the thing, mamma," said Evelyn, in her nonchalant
and dreamy sort of air.
"You are already settled my dear and now I must try to do my duty
towards Marguerite. Really, dearest, you have no idea of the
anxiety I have about that girl. She is so much like her father that
I am at a loss how to act. You know that she secretly adores that
good-for-nothing lawyer and if it were only on her part I would
not care, but I am certain that he is head and ears in love with
her. Dear me! What a world of trouble we poor mothers have to
endure. Why do not our children see as we do?"
Poor Mrs. Verne! She seemed in much distress and assumed a woebegone
appearance.
Dear mamma--I think you ought to feel less uneasiness just now for I
verily believe that Cousin Jennie has designs upon our unfortunate
visitor."
"God grant that she may be successful," was the reply.
"You must encourage it in every way, dear mamma," said Evelyn, with
more earnestness than usual.
"Yes; I was just thinking of a plan which doubtless by clever
management, will succeed."
"Let me hear it, mamma," said Evelyn, raising her jewelled fingers,
cautiously.
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