“Yes,” returned Mr. Churchill, “they are. We have passed the longest days.”
“Have you? Sometimes I feel as if I were just coming to mine,” and there was a graver look in her face.
“Aunt Lucy low spirited! Why I thought you were a very princess of philosophy!”
“One’s heart does fail sometimes.”
“But I am to be married you know, and you are to make me long visits. I’ll save my buttons for you to sew on, you shall embroider my initials, and mend my gloves. Will not that be happiness enough?”
“What is your wife to do meanwhile?”
He affected to be puzzled. “Why I suppose she will not know how to do anything. Is not that the accomplishment of the girl of the period?”
“There may be girls of the semi-colon who do not go quite so far;” answered Miss Lucy drolly.
Winthrop glanced up at Fan who colored vividly.
“Excuse me, Miss Endicott, I—”