“This is the most wonderful world anyway. I never dreamed of having such good times before I went to Greycliff.”
As Isabel and Virginia Hope sat at the same table this week with Hilary, she had to answer their questions as they all ate chickens and dressing for their Sunday dinner.
“Who was that perfectly wonderful looking councillor that was with you girls this morning?” asked Isabel.
Hilary gave the same reply that she had already given several times before dinner: “That is Cathalina’s cousin, Campbell Stuart.”
“Had you ever met him before?”
“Yes, when I visited Cathalina, almost two years ago. I met a number of her cousins and know them very well.” This in an effort to forestall any comments about possible attentions to her on Campbell’s part.
“He looks a little like Cathalina. Isn’t he tall and skinny, though?”
“I should say that Campbell is very well built for a young man.”
“He certainly is. Virgie, do you suppose that we’ll ever have any one as nice to take us around? If he comes up to see you girls, you’ll introduce him to us, won’t you?”
“I most certainly will,” laughed Hilary. “I think that Cathalina will be very proud of both her brother and her cousin and will want all her friends to meet them.”