"But you can come with Mr. Lawson during his vacation. He has
promised me to come to 'Gladswood' then."
"How funny that everything seems to come contrary! I have promised
to go to Woodstock."
Having reached the Hampton station Marguerite glanced out of the
window.
It was fortunate that Cousin Jennie was at that moment deeply
engaged in conversation with a lady in the next seat. A blush
mantled a maiden's cheek, then left her a shade paler than before.
"Brother Phillip--" In another instant the child was in her
brother's arms. "You bad brother, you did not come to see me, I was
just telling Miss Verne."
The young barrister then espied the latter and holding his sister by
the hand walked to the front of the platform.
"I must soon steal her away for a few days, Mr. Lawson. If business
did not interfere, I should feel like making a second raid and
secure another citizen."
Cousin Jennie spoke in a way that one seldom hears. Her artless,
heartfelt manner, was acceptable to our friend, and with true
gentlemanly grace, he bowed acknowledgment.
One of the picnic party--a vinegar-faced woman of forty-five, with
two eligibles at her side--declared to a very intimate friend that
she thought it very queer that Miss Verne should be following at Mr.
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