“How were they all at Oxley?”
“Oh, very well; the mother was groaning after you. She said she couldn’t get the fences mended, and Jones’ cow had eaten the geraniums. Oh, and she wants to have a garden-party.”
“Well,” said Hugh, “what should hinder her having a dozen if she likes?”
“She can’t do it without you.”
“Isn’t Arthur there?”
“Arthur? yes. But it isn’t worth while asking the Miss Clintons to meet Arthur.”
“I should think that chattering Katie Clinton was just the girl he would admire.”
“Should you?” said Jem, rather meaningly. “However, Hugh, when are you coming home?”
“As soon as you do.”
“I have only a fortnight.”