"Eh, Jean? Love at first sight?"
Jean blushed to the roots of her pretty hair, and there was an angry light in her eyes.
"I wouldn't be a goose if I were you, Nathalie," she said scornfully.
CHAPTER VII.
A WALK IN THE SHRUBBERY.
It was Sunday and Nan and Emily were sitting together on the vine-covered porch of the parsonage, trying to while away the long hour between church time and the midday dinner.
Nan gave a prodigious yawn, and stretched herself out in the comfortable steamer chair.
"Oh, dearie me," she sighed, "I wonder if it would be a crime for me to admit how bored I was in church this morning."
"Well, I don't think it would be in very good taste, considering your father preached," replied Emily severely.
"I can't help it if he did. I was tired, and moreover," crossly, "I am always bored."
Emily raised her eyebrows.