"Surely, Elizabeth Darrell, you are not shrieking for suffrage!"
"Never!" said Bessie, "I'm only shrieking for my name."
"What's in a name!" replied Hugh, laughing. "Paint away, little artist; I will buy all your pictures, and pay you so well for them that you won't care for fame. By the way, am I not to ———
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"No," replied Bessie, moving the easel; "but I've got your eyes at last!"
"I'm glad of that; good-bye, Brownie," and Hugh ran off down the stairs to prepare for dinner.
"And my bracket!" said Sibyl, as he came into the dining-room.
"And my poems!" added Aunt Faith, with a smile.
"All in good time, ladies," replied Hugh. "The first hour after dinner is to be devoted to packing; the second, to Sibyl and her bracket; the third, to Aunt Faith and her book; the fourth I give to the family as a collective whole, and all the rest of the time I reserve for tea, general farewells, and embarkation."
"Highly systematic! You are practicing business habits already, I see," said Sibyl.