"Where are you going now? You have not been here a minute," said
Hannah.
"Pardon me, I have been here half an hour, and now I must go back to
Tanglewood, because they will wait breakfast for me there."
"Well, I declare!" wrathfully began Hannah, but Ishmael gently interrupted her:
"I have bought a fine Scotch tartan shawl for you, Aunt Hannah, and a heavy shepherd's maud for Uncle Reuben. They are such articles as you cannot purchase in this country. I will send them to you by one of the servants. I would have brought them myself, only you see my arms were full."
"Well, I should think so. Thank you, Ishmael! Thank you very much indeed. But when are you coming here to stop a bit?"
"Just as soon as I can, Aunt Hannah. This morning I must go to The
Beacon. You may well suppose how anxious I am to be there."
"Humph! I thought now Mrs. Lord Vincent was a widder, all that was over."
"Aunt Hannah, what do you take me for?" exclaimed the young man, in sorrowful astonishment.
"Well, Ishmael, I didn't mean to insult you, so you needn't bite my head off," snapped Mrs. Gray.
"Good-by, Aunt Hannah," said Ishmael, stooping and kissing her cheek.