“I remember no such assertion, on my part. On the contrary, I remember feeling pretty certain that the mischief was done already, as far as Sandy was concerned, poor fellow; and I remember saying, much to your indignation, more’s the pity.”
“Yes; and I remember you said it would be just like a sentimental little blue, like Emily, to slight the handsome, hearty young farmer, and marry some pale-faced Yankee professor.”
“You put the case a little strongly, perhaps,” said Arthur, laughing. “But, on the whole, that is the way the matter stood. That was my opinion, I confess.”
“And they are going to be married!” exclaimed Graeme and Will in a breath. “How glad Janet will be!”
“Emily does not say so, in so many words. It won’t be for a long time yet, they are so young. But I am to be bridesmaid when the time comes.”
“Well, if that is not saying it!” said Will laughing. “What would you have, Rosie?”
Graeme opened and read her letter, and laid it down beside her, looking a little pale and anxious.
“What is it, Graeme? Nothing wrong, I hope.”
“No; I hope not. I don’t know, I am sure. Norman says he is going to be married.”
“Married!” cried Rose and Will.