"Isn't it singular, Harry, that my sister should have so much conceit, whereas I am remarkably modest?"
"I never discovered it, Oscar," said Harry, smiling.
"That is right, Mr. Walton," said Maud. "I see you are on my side.
Look after my brother, Mr. Walton. He needs an experienced friend."
"I am afraid I don't answer the description, Miss Maud."
"I don't doubt you will prove competent. I wish you a pleasant walk."
"My sister's a jolly girl, don't you think so?" asked Oscar, as Maud left the room.
"That isn't exactly what I should say of her, but I can describe her as even more attractive than her brother."
"You couldn't pay her a higher compliment. But come; we'll take a walk on the Common."
They were soon on the Common, dear to every Bostonian, and sauntered along the walks, under the pleasant shade of the stately elms.
"Look there," said Oscar, suddenly; "isn't that Fitz Fletcher?"