“The way what began, pray?” asked Julia.
“There, now, that's the way she pushes me to lose my temper; and when she sees I 'm angry she grows all the calmer.”
“She's downright disagreeable,” said Julia; “and I don't know why a frank, outspoken sailor condescends to speak to her.”
“Well, he 's pretty sure to get the worst of it,” muttered he.
“Poor Jack,” said Nelly, caressingly. “And for all that he likes the ill-treatment better than all the flatteries he meets elsewhere.”
“That shrug of the shoulders does not say so,” said Julia, laughing. “Come,” cried she, with a merry voice, “let us do something more worthy of this delicious morning. Let us have a walk up the mountain; we can have shade all the way.”
“What's that little dome,—there, above the trees?” asked Jack.
“That's the campanile of our little chapel. I 'll fetch the key, and we 'll go and visit it. We 've not been to see it yet.”
“But George would like to come with us;” and so saying, Julia hastened away to find him.
“Oh, Nelly, I love her better than ever, and she scorns me even more,” said he, as he hid his head on his sister's shoulder.