Dear Betsy,—I’m feeling very important because they’ve wired for me from the bank. I can’t even run over to the cottage to see you, because I must make a train. I’ve asked Rosalie to give you a hug for me. Good-by.
Your devoted
Boy.
“Oh, you mean that,” said Rosalie quietly, refolding the note.
“Of course I mean that. Do you suppose I want to be cheated out o’ his hugs?”
The girl smiled and shook her head. “I certainly haven’t any of them,” she said.
“But he found time to go over and say good-by to you, I notice.”
“Yes, he came. Mrs. Bruce and Miss Frost are to follow him in a day or two.”
“What do you think o’ the young man, now you’ve summered him?” asked Betsy quietly.
“If I didn’t think well of him I’d never dare to tell you so.”
“Perhaps not. Has he been specially attentive to any one o’ the girls at the inn?”