Why was I so unfortunate. Surely heaven will not suffer
Hubert Tracy to accomplish his designs. I wish him no bodily harm,
but I trust that he may yet atone for his deeds, and live to see the
error of his ways."
By the time the solicitor reached his home he was calm and
collected.
"Brother Phillip," was the first exclamation he heard; "look, are
not these beautiful. Josie Jordan brought them this afternoon. She
kept me laughing nearly all the time she was here telling about the
fun she had at 'Gladswood'."
"Ah! the ferns are from Jennie Montgomery, I presume," said the
brother, giving them a second glance of admiration.
"Yes, and the sweetest little letter you ever saw beside. Isn't she
lovely, Brother Phillip?"
The _petite_ little maiden had now nestled closely in her
brother's arms; her flaxen curls showered around her in sad
disorder, while one plump little arm was entwined around his neck.
"You must be dreaming, Brother Phillip. Why, you never heard my
question."
"I beg your pardon, little one, for this time. Miss Jennie is all
that you think her to be," replied the brother, somewhat gravely.
"Do you know what I was thinking of, you dear old brother," said
Lottie, emphasizing the speech with an affectionate hugging.
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