"Why, you would be running to me to get your lessons for you half the time!" said her father, laughing.
"No, I wouldn't," answered she, shaking her curly head cunningly. "Edgar would assist me."
"Edgar! and who is he?" inquired Major Howard.
"Why, Edgar Lindenwood! You know him," returned she.
"No, certainly I don't know anything about him," said her father.
"Why, you have seen the tall boy with the morocco cap and light curls, that used to walk to school with me last term!" said Florence, looking earnestly in his face.
"O, yes! I have seen him frequently," returned Major H. "What do you say is his name?"
"Edgar Lindenwood."
"And where does he live?"
"With his uncle."