“Does she seem to have recovered from her illness?”
“Yes, except that she is very pale, and awfully nervous. But I think she will soon come around all right.”
“And how old a girl do you think she is?”
“I hardly know. Let’s see—Marjorie Wilkinson is eighteen, isn’t she?”
John flushed at the mention of the girl’s name, and nodded assent.
“Well, Miss Snyder must be two or three years older,” continued Mrs. Hadley; “although you can’t tell, because her illness has pulled her down so.”
John was afraid to ask any more questions, lest his mother might think his interest too pointed, and decided to restrain his curiosity until the following day.
“Have you heard anything from Marjorie?” asked Mrs. Hadley, when they were inside the attractive little cottage.
“Not a word!” replied her son.
“Have you written?”