Mary Grey went to the back window and looked out upon the pleasant garden, verdant and blooming with shrubs, rose-bushes and flowers.
Craven Kyte joined her.
"Did you hear that old lady call us brother and sister?" inquired the young man.
"Yes," answered Mary Grey, with her false smile. "But I did not think it necessary to set her right."
"And she said we looked so much alike," smiled Craven.
"We both have dark hair and dark eyes. And we are both rather thin in flesh. That is the beginning and the ending of the likeness. And her imagination did the rest," explained Mary Grey.
They were interrupted by a pretty mulatto girl, who came in to lay the cloth for dinner.
And this girl continued to flit in and out of the room, bringing the various articles of the service, until, on one of her temporary absences, Craven Kyte exclaimed:
"I would rather have sat and fasted with you under that pretty porch of the old road-side empty house than sit at a feast here, with that girl always running in and out to interrupt us."
"Never mind, dear. As soon as we get something to eat we will go," said Mary Grey, with her sweet, false smile.