Then as Miss Allyn caught sight of Marion, she added promptly: “Oh, I see, you are making love to the noblest girl in creation!”
CHAPTER VIII.
A PROPHECY CAME TRUE.
“Well, if you are not a sly one,” remarked Miss Allyn, as soon as she and Marion were alone in the little parlor.
Marion indulged in a hearty laugh before she told her how she had met young Brookes and his mother on the train the day she came back from the country.
“Will you take my advice and marry him if he asks you,” said Miss Allyn, shortly. “There are not many men like Reginald Brookes, Marion, I can tell you.”
“Is he better than Mr. Ray?” asked Marion, jokingly. “I have been trying to answer that question for myself all the evening.”
“Poor Mr. Ray! His chances are fading,” said Miss Allyn, smiling. “Well, it wouldn’t be fair to the absent to praise his rival, so I’ll decline the responsibility of answering your question.”
“That’s just like you, Alma,” said Marion, soberly. “You are the most loyal woman that I ever met or heard of.”
“Well, I know another that answers to that description,” said Miss Allyn, quickly. “Do you want to see her?”