"Cousin Jennie, the grandeur of St. John cannot boast of a spot like
this. Can it be reality." cried Marguerite, pushing aside the lilac
branches and glancing out upon the enchanting landscape, which gave
such effect to the pretty room.
"It is so cool," broke from the girl in rapturous tones as she eyed
the bare floor with its coat of soft tinted lavender and deeper
shaded border. "You know it would be such a disgraceful thing to
have an uncarpeted floor in the city."
The last remark was in tones slightly ironical, and showed that
Marguerite Verne held views not in accordance with good form and
fearlessly regarded the consequence.
"Of course, mother would not have a carpeted chamber in the summer
season, and now, I really like it, but I fear that some of our
guests are very often surprised."
It being past the noon dinner-hour a luncheon was prepared and the
girls were interrupted by the indefatigable Hal knocking lustily on
the chamber door.
"Really, Jennie, I would rather sit here than eat," said Marguerite,
going to the mirror to re-arrange the mass of silken hair that
crowned her prettily shaped head.
"I am going to take Cousin Marguerite down to luncheon," cried a
voice from without.
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