Maggie was rather puzzled by this way of speaking.
“When do you go to school?” asked she.
“Toward the end of August; I don’t know the day.”
“Does Erminia go to school?”
“No. I believe she will soon though, if mamma does not get better.” Maggie liked the change of voice, as he spoke of his mother.
“There, little lady! now jump down. Famous! you’ve a deal of spirit, you little brown mouse.”
Nancy came out, with a wondering look, to receive Maggie.
“It is Mr. Frank Buxton,” said she, by way of an introduction. “He has brought mamma the newspaper.”
“Will you walk in, sir, and rest? I can tie up your horse.”
“No, thank you,” said he, “I must be off. Don’t forget, little mousey, that you are to ready for another ride next Wednesday.” And away he went.