"Beg pardon," he cried, sailing his hat into a corner, and whirling on his heel,—"I forgot myself; I thought I was on the deck of the steamboat!"
This closed the evening's entertainment.
When Vinnie, retiring to her room, laid her head on the pillow, she thought of the night before and of this night, and asked her heart if it could ever again know two evenings so purely happy.
Then a great wave of anxiety swept over her mind, as she thought of the other home, to which she must hasten on the morrow.
CHAPTER XII.
VINNIE'S FUTURE HOME.
A lively sensation was produced, the next forenoon, when a youth and a girl, in a one-horse wagon, with a big dog and a small trunk, arrived at Lord Betterson's "castle."
Link dashed into the house, screaming, "They've come! they've come!"
"Who has come?" gasped poor Mrs. Betterson, with a start of alarm, glancing her eye about the disordered room.