She took me quite into her confidence, as children often do, and went so far as to tell me that when Cousin Miguel got a beautiful parish and a nice church he was going to get married.
“Marry you, Mina?”
She hung her head a moment, and her pretty face was suffused with blushes. But she looked up frankly enough next minute, and said naïvely,—
“Oh, I don’t know at all, you know. Only if he marries some one else, I shall see him nearly always just the same, and be his sister like.”
I laughed a little. I knew more of the world than poor Mina.
* * * * *
That six weeks spent at the manse and on the hills formed, I think, one of the most pleasant holidays ever I have spent in life.
It was such a change from the intense and toilsome drudgery of the pen; but little did I know what it was going to lead up to.
That troubled me little just then at all events.
We boated and fished one day; we went to the hills another.