Julia Vance stopped the horse, and looked inquiringly and rather admiringly at Carl, who was a boy of fine appearance.
“Let me introduce you to my friend and schoolmate, Carl Crawford.”
Carl took off his hat politely.
“I am very glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Crawford,” said Julia, demurely; “I have often heard Gilbert speak of you.”
“I hope he said nothing bad about me, Miss Vance.”
“You may be sure he didn’t. If he should now—I wouldn’t believe him.”
“You’ve made a favorable impression, Carl,” said Gilbert, smiling.
“I am naturally prejudiced against boys—having such a brother,” said Julia; “but it is not fair to judge all boys by him.”
“That is outrageous injustice!” said Gilbert; “but then, sisters seldom appreciate their brothers.”
“Some other fellows’ sisters may,” said Carl.