“And what do you think, Col. Anglesea?” whispered Elva, a gentle, little blonde of twelve.
“What, my elf?” playfully inquired the colonel.
“Why, when Le and Odalite get married and go to live at Greenbushes, Wynnette and I will live there just as much as we shall at home here.”
“Indeed! and what will Mr. Brother-in-law say to that?”
“Who, Le? Why, Le will say he is very glad. Le loves us all dearly. Le would give us anything we want, or do anything in the world for us. Especially now I should think he would, when we are going to let him have our sister and take her away.”
“Elva, my dear, you are talking too much,” whispered Miss Meeke, a small, demure young woman, with a pale face, gray eyes and smooth brown hair.
“Why? When he wants to pretend that our Le will not be glad to have us all three to live with him? I must take Le’s part, you know, Miss Meeke, especially in his absence,” pleaded Elva.
“Shall we walk on, Col. Anglesea?” suggested Odalite, to put an end to an embarrassing conversation.
“Certainly, if you please. What are these sticks for?” inquired the colonel, referring to the wands the girls dragged behind them.
“Oh! these are to thresh the chincapin bushes, when we get there! And we expect to fill our baskets!” answered Wynnette.