“Your way of thinking! Well, if I was a clergyman’s daughter I should have to go I suppose. I am glad that I can choose my pleasures. Fanny Endicott, if Mr. Ogden calls this evening give him my compliments and a special invitation.”
Fan colored and made some laughing retort.
He did come over with a message from his aunts, asking us to tea on Thursday evening if it was convenient. Then he wanted to know about the picnic, and said that he might be expected, sure.
Dick and Kate came over for Fanny. Mrs. Fairlie was in the wagon and leaned out to make some inquiries about Mr. Duncan. Stuart had taken a knapsack and started on foot.
I went a few steps further on to fasten up a spray of clematis. Dick followed.
“I don’t see why you couldn’t have gone too;” he said rather crossly.
“Should I have added so very much?”
“I suppose that grand chap of the Churchills’ will be there?” he went on without noticing my remark.
“Yes. He was invited by Allie West, you know.”
He snapped off a piece of honeysuckle. What was the matter with him this morning?