"Why shouldn't I be?" cried the girl, blushing as red as a rose, and hiding her peachy face against her aunt's broad shoulder. "No girl ever had a more devoted lover."
"Yes, it is plainly to be seen that you do love him," said Miss Fernly, sternly.
"I do not know what to tell you about him, auntie, except that he is the dearest fellow in all the world, and just adores me; at least, that is what he tells me," said Hildegarde.
"Humph!" ejaculated Miss Fernly.
"I would rather you would see him for yourself, then you could form your own opinion. He will be here this evening. I am sure you will like him."
"At what time do you expect him!" asked Miss Fernly, with unusual interest.
"Let me answer you in the words of the song," said Hildegarde, laughing lightly.
"'Somebody's coming when the dew-drops fall.'"
"Do not be silly, Hildegarde," said her aunt, sharply.
"I asked you what time this young man is to call here this evening."