“What! don't you know Tom?” Reginald began to lose a grain of his respect for her. “Why, he helps in the stables; oh, cousin, he is such a nice fellow!”
“Reginald, I shall never marry you if you keep company with grooms, and speak their language.”
“Well!” sighed the victim, “I'll give up Tom sooner than you.”
“Thank you, dear; now I am flattered. One struggle more; we must go together and ask the nurses' pardon.”
“Must we? ugh!”
“Yes—and kiss them—and make it up.”
Reginald made a wry face; but, after a pause of solemn reflection, he consented, on condition that Lucy would keep near him, and kiss him directly afterward.
“I shall be sure to do that, because you will be a good boy then.”
Outside the door Reginald paused: “I have a favor to ask you, cousin—a great favor. You see I am so very little, and you are so big; now the husband ought to be the biggest.”
“Quite my own opinion, Reggy.”