"I'm very glad you didn't have the opportunity, Cousin Frank," she said, as she followed him through the depot gates. "He may be very agreeable, and all that, but he's a Jew, and I don't care to make his acquaintance."
The handle of the umbrella she was carrying came in collision with some one behind her.
"I beg your pardon," she said, turning in her gracious, high-bred way.
The gentleman raised his hat. It was David Herschel. A stylish-looking little school-girl was clinging to his arm, and a gray-bearded man, whom she recognized as Major Herrick, was walking just behind him. They had come down from the mountain to meet him, and take him to Lookout Inn. As their eyes met, Bethany was positive that he had overheard her remark.
CHAPTER III.
THE SUNRISE SERVICE ON "LOOKOUT."
Y some misunderstanding, Bethany and her cousins had been assigned to different homes.