"I wonder if you can be Gorham," she said slowly, and Page flushed to his temples under the fascination of his own name.
"I am," he laughed.
"I know a lot about you," declared the girl quietly, and her companion thought the dip in her upper lip when she smiled the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
"That is unfair," he returned, "for I know absolutely nothing about you."
"Very likely. Your sister only came to Pearfield three weeks ago."
"Pearfield? Have you been at Pearfield? How strange!"
"Oh, it is very simple. My sister's husband was not well,—he was all tired out with the Fair business, and one thing and another, and the doctor frightened him into thinking he must have absolute rest; so he bethought him of this little village and Aunt Love. Of course you know Aunt Love? She is one of your stanchest admirers. I am not at all sure that when you take your hat off I shan't see a little halo clinging to your locks."
"Oh, come now. That is too bad."
"Well, we went there the middle of June, and we have been there ever since. Three weeks ago, as I said, your sister came up—or your sister-in-law, isn't she?"
"Yes, but all the sister I have, so I claim her."