"Thou art not very much in love with the cousins?" he said presently.
She colored quickly and turned her face to him, quite unaware of betrayal until he laughed.
"Ah, I have thy thoughts without the penny! Is it the tall Quaker cousin madam talks about, or the other—William Penn?"
"His name is simply Penn, Penn Morgan. And he is not an own cousin. Surely it is not strange if I did think about them."
"Do not be offended. I shall like them if they have thy affection."
"Thou hast small mind of thy own if thou takest a girl's whims for thy pattern," she answered with a show of disdain. "Whether I like them or not is my own affair. And Patty declares I change about with every puff of wind."
"Nay, I shall not believe that until I follow the changes, or they are made in my behalf."
"Oh, you know why I am cross to you! I cannot like a redcoat! But because my own mamma loved you——"
"Primrose, thou art quite too peppery in temper with thy brother," interrupted Madam Wetherill gently. "The Henrys will think I have indulged thee ruinously."
She looked up laughingly. The soft yellow hair was blown about her like a cloud, and the great bow under her chin gave her a coquettish air. What a changeful little sprite she was!