"Oh! a little of both," said Mrs. Trevor; "girls are odd nowadays."
"Yes; I think the days are gone by when they were all run into the same mould," remarked Dr. Owen.
"And I'm afraid the mould got cracked before I was run into it," replied Gwenda.
"Well, you are not very misshapen," said the Dr. warmly, "and if you do run into little irregularities, they are all in the right direction."
"Let us hope so," said the girl.
Will said nothing; but Gwenda, catching the look of ardent admiration, blushed vividly, and looked down at her plate.
"In the meantime," she remarked, "no one has wished me or Mr. Owen many happy returns of the day."
"Bless me, no!" said Mr. Trevor; "but I do so now, my dear, with all my heart."
"And I—and I," echoed the others.
"Let us drink the health of the two young people," said the host.