A neatly fitting light colored print wrapper, spotless in its
purity; a linen collar, fastened by a silver horse shoe pin; a long,
plain, white muslin apron; a neat and substantial shoe, tied with
black ribbon, and high over all a crowning mass of purplish black
hair, in beautiful and striking contrast.
"You radiant country maid," cried Marguerite, "stand until I admire
you awhile."
Jennie was playfully turned around as an automaton in a shop window,
and at length breaking forth into a merry laugh, exclaimed, "You
saucy minx, please turn your wit upon some other object."
And thus amid fun, frolic and gaiety, Marguerite's visit came to an
end, and on the last eve to be spent at Gladswood, the girls are
seated in the old summer house enjoying an uninterrupted chat--that
blissful recreation peculiar to each and every maiden.
"Madge, I am almost sorry that you came," said Jennie, taking the
pretty white hand within her own. "Promise me that you will come
while Mr. Lawson is here," cried the girl in a vehement and almost
determined manner, while the large, brown eyes had a far-off look
that she tried hard to conceal.
"It is impossible, Jennie; besides, you must not mention the matter
again.
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