Phœbe sighed, and Fanny echoed the sigh. To these young hearts the very idea of being crossed in love was terribly sad.
"I do hope Mr. Linton's play will be a success," said Fanny, after a little pause. "Isn't it wonderful how a person can think of it all?"
"It is certain to be a success," said Phœbe, taking the last hair-pin out of her beautiful hair, which fell in waves over her shoulders.
Fanny gazed at her admiringly, and a charming picture indeed did the young girl present at that moment.
"If I envy you anything, Phœbe," said Fanny, "it is your hair. No one would think you had half as much."
"That's because it's so fine," said Phœbe, with a pleased smile.
"It's as fine as the finest silk," said Fanny, lifting bunches of it, and giving her cousin a quick affectionate kiss. "But you mustn't think I really envy you, Phœbe."
"I don't. I would change with you if I could."
"No, you wouldn't; no, you wouldn't," cried Fanny, with a merry laugh, "any more than I would with you."
"I am sure your hair is lovely, Fanny."