"They are worth all the girls I have seen here, multiplied by twelve dozen," said Magnus. "Oh, mother, why didn't they come! But I tell you, you'll have your hands full when they do. Violet will make a sensation. And Rose—I think True will be fathom deep at first sight of Rose; he likes quiet, sweet, strong girls."
"I should think most people would," said Mrs. Kindred. "And how about Cherry?"
"I said nothing about Cherry."
"Am I not to bring her?"
"Oh yes! she had better come too," said Magnus. "Mammy, it is as good as a month of Saturdays just to look at you. You are the handsomest woman on the Post."
And now pink tinges came upon the sweet pale face; and Mrs. Kindred was certainly the happiest woman anywhere about.
XIX
THE VISITORS' SEATS
With whom doth Time gallop withal?
—Shakespeare.