"I used to wonder how they did; but now I am willing to believe it possible."
"You will come and see Mr. Needham at the vicarage, while you are here, I hope? He often talks about you."
"I shall be delighted.... And you? You will give us a peep at the old house?"
"Oh, yes! Dora and I are bosom friends."
"Early next week you can look for me to have a chat with ... Mr. Needham."
"I'll be in soon ... to see Dora."
They shook hands at the field path to the vicarage, and Eunice went up the hill hand-in-hand with Marjorie, whom Henry had never deigned to notice. She looked back when a few hundred yards had been covered, but the young man was stepping briskly after his father and his two younger sisters, who had gone ahead.
"How Eunice Lyndon has improved," said Henry to Dora when they sat at dinner.
"Isn't she bright? I think she is the sweetest girl I know."
"But you don't know many, Dora."