“She may perhaps think it strange that I do not go up at once. I daresay it is foolish in me. Very likely this news will be no more to her than to me.”
“Where is your sister?” said Mrs Snow, who, as well as Graeme, had been attending to two things at once. “I doubt the foolish lassie has tired herself with riding too far.”
“I will go and see,” said Graeme.
Before she entered her sister’s room Rose called to her.
“Is it you, Graeme? What do you think of Harry’s news? He has not lost much time, has he?”
“I was surprised,” said Graeme.
Rose was busy brushing her hair.
“Surprised! I should think so. Did you ever think such a thing might happen, Graeme?”
This was Harry’s letter.
“My Dear Sisters,—I have won my Amy! You cannot be more astonished than I am. I know I am not good enough for her, but I love her dearly, and it will go hard with me if I don’t make her happy. I only want to be assured that you are both delighted, to make my happiness complete.”