“Not exactly,” I said.
Maimie’s bright eyes were glancing from one to another. “Has not father written?” she asked, in a tone of surprise.
“No, my dear,” Robert said.
She sighed deeply, and murmured, “O how strange! He promised!”
“It is—very strange,” I said, and my voice sounded hard even to myself. “Very odd that no news should have reached us, even of my brother-in-law’s marriage.”
[CHAPTER III.]
WHAT TO DO WITH HER?
MAIMIE BROWNE looked steadily at me. Then she took off her hat, and the gaslight shone down upon such a head of soft flaxen hair, all curls and ripples. Was this a step towards making herself at home? Maimie pushed back some stray ripples from her forehead, and came a step nearer.
“Aunt Marion, don’t take me for an impostor,” she said. “O please do not. Indeed it is all quite true. Please don’t take me for an impostor.”
I was fairly at a loss what to say, and while I hesitated Jack burst out, “Nobody takes you for an impostor, cousin Maimie; of course it is all true!” And Cherry edged closer to me, whispering,—“Mother, shall Maimie sleep with me?”