"Poetry and prose cannot be compared, neither can Mr. Marr and Mr.
Leslie be compared," said Sibyl; "they are very different."
"I should think they were!" said Hugh.
"And tastes are different also," added Sibyl, as she finished her task. "Good-night all."
The cousins dispersed, while Aunt Faith turned out the lights. "I almost think she likes that Marr, after all," whispered Hugh to Bessie as they went up the stairs; "she was with him all the evening."
"Let me tell you, Hugh Warrington, that if Sibyl likes anybody, it is
Mr. Leslie," returned Bessie emphatically.
"When did you discover that, Brownie?"
"I have always suspected it, but to-night I saw it plainly," replied
Bessie.
"To-night! Why, she was with Marr all the time!"
"Men are as blind as bats," said Bessie scornfully; "good-night."