“That's she!” ejaculated Mr. Wilbur, clutching Phil by the arm.
Phil looked, and saw a tall young lady, three or four inches taller than his friend and as many years older. He looked at his companion with surprise.
“Is that the young lady you are in love with?” he asked.
“Yes; isn't she a daisy?” asked the lover fervently.
“I am not much of a judge of daisies,” answered Phil, a little embarrassed, for the young lady had large features, and was, in his eyes, very far from pretty.
CHAPTER XIV.
CONSULTING THE ORACLE.
Phil did not like to hurt the feelings of his companion, and refrained from laughing, though with difficulty.
“She doesn't appear to know you,” he said.