Will you
trust me?"
"I will trust you in anything, my noble girl," said Phillip in tones
of deep reverence.
"You know that my Uncle Verne's interest in you is real--he is your
friend," said Jennie, trying hard to brighten the path of her
friend's existence.
"Thank God for it," said the lawyer. "Indeed I have much to be
grateful for. Jennie, some day I may tell you more: at present my
lips are sealed."
"Your sense of honor is too high for the nineteenth century, Mr.
Lawson; yet I would not have you otherwise."
The girl was mechanically picking to pieces the white petals of
bright-eyed marguerites and strewing the ground beside her.
"You ruthless vandal! look at your work, Miss Montgomery," exclaimed
a bright romping miss of fifteen, bursting upon them without regard
to ceremony and pointing to the ground where lay the scattered
petals.
"But it is romantic, you know; one always reads of some beautiful
maiden picking roses to pieces to hide the state of her feelings."
"Thank you, Miss Laura, for your well-timed allusion, for Miss
Montgomery and I have been romancing indeed," said Mr. Lawson,
bowing to the young miss with an air of deferential homage.
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