"How pretty you are," said Minnie after a while; "my sister Alice says so—I guess she knows." Lucy blushed, not being accustomed to such plain speaking. "I think Miss Goldthwaite perfectly elegant," went on the young critic. "She is going to marry my brother George, do you know?"
"Is she?" asked Lucy, much interested.
"Yes; and papa and mamma are crazed about her. Everybody is. Isn't she just splendid?"
"There is nobody like her," answered Lucy. Minnie could never know what she had been and was to her.
"Lovers are stupid, don't you think?" asked Minnie again. "They always go away by themselves, and things; you just watch George and Carrie to-day. It is a great trial to me."
"What is?" asked Mr. George Keane, pausing at the side of the waggon. Minnie laughed outright, so did Lucy.
"It's a secret," replied she in a very dignified way.—"O Miss Goldthwaite, are you coming into the waggon?"
"Yes;—will you make room for me, Lucy?"
Lucy moved further up the cushion, and Mr. George Keane assisted Miss Goldthwaite to her place.
"O Carrie, succumbed already!" cried Miss Keane.