“And these things are new, Scroope!—all new!”
“I—I—I was observing that, sister.”
“What a creature he is, Scroope!—what a creature!”
“And the daughter, I suspect, is only ha-ha-half-witted.”
“Humph!” ejaculated Zoe, as though she did not quite coincide with that opinion.
The confidential dialogue was broken in upon by Dalton, who, having dragged the poor General over the terrace and the flower-garden, was now showing him the inside of the dwelling.
“If I could but see dear Kate here!” sighed Mrs. Ricketts, as she slowly sank into a downy chair, “I'd fancy this was home. It's all so like herself,—such graceful elegance, such tasteful splendor.”
“It's neat,——I think it's neat,” said Dalton, almost bursting with the effort to repress his delight.
