“Well; tell us how to catch him, and we will try. Meantime, you can have his picture. I believe we have a pack of cards in the house.”
“But do you mean really, uncle,—the person I should like best in all the world,—out of Crofton?”
“Yes; out with it!”
“I should like Agnes best,” said Hugh, timidly.
“We thought as much. I am glad we were right. Well, my boy, Agnes is there.”
“Agnes there! Only two miles off! How long will she stay?”
“O, there is no hurry about that. We shall see when you are well what to do next.”
“But will she stay till the holidays?”
“O yes, longer than that, I hope.”
“But then she will not go home with me for the holidays?”