“I suppose it is no secret that Alfred Dinks is my cousin;” and, bowing to Abel, she went swiftly over the lawn toward the house.
CHAPTER XI. — A VERDICT AND A SENTENCE.
Hope Wayne did not agree with Abel Newt that life was so much better in books. There was nothing better in any book she had ever read than the little conversation with the handsome youth which she had had that morning upon the lawn. When she went into the house she found no one until she knocked at Mrs. Simcoe’s door.
“Aunty, did you call me?”
“Yes, Hope.”
“I was on the lawn, Aunty.”
“I know it, Hope.”
The young lady did not ask her why she had not sought her there, but she asked, “What do you want, Aunty?”