“Mary Somers, Mr. Temple,” said Mrs. Davenport slightingly.
Mary blushed, and offered her hand timidly to our hero.
“What a pretty girl!” thought Tom. “She’s ever so much prettier than the other, but I guess from the old lady’s manner that she hasn’t got the stamps.”
They sat down to the dinner-table, which Tom saw with satisfaction presented a very different appearance from the frugal board of Mr. Middleton. It was a capital dinner, and Tom enjoyed it.
“I shouldn’t mind boarding here,” he thought.
There was only one drawback. He was seated next to Imogene, when he would have very much preferred a seat next to Mary Somers, the poor cousin.
CHAPTER VII
A ROW AND A RESCUE.
“WHAT shall we do this afternoon?” asked James, as they rose from the dinner-table.