The vicar smiled.
“Ah, that is our village beauty,” he said; “they call her the Mayflower.”
CHAPTER III.
A SAD FLIRT.
John Temple was too much interested on the subject to be content with such crude information.
“The Mayflower,” he repeated, smiling. “What a pretty name for a pretty girl! But I suppose that is not her real name?”
“No, her real name, for I christened her, and so should know, is Margaret Alice Churchill, but she was born in May, and that is how she got her pet name, I suppose.”
“She has a lovely face.”
“Yes, yes, she is well-favored, and is a good girl, too, I believe—a very good girl. They say young Henderson, of the Grange, wants to marry her, but this may be just gossip.”