“And don’t Cousin Celestia like me?” asked he.
“Yes; she said you were a good friend of hers; but is she your cousin?”
“Well, not exactly—we’re not very near cousins. But I see to her some, and mean to. I like her.”
The study-door opened, and there was no time for an answer from any one; but as Mr Snow went up the hill he said to himself: “Yes, I shall see to her. She is smart enough and good enough for him if he does expect to go to Congress.”
Chapter Ten.
“I like the wood fires,” said Graeme. “They are far clearer than the peat fires at home.”
They were sitting, Graeme and Janet, according to their usual custom, a little after the others had all gone to bed. The study-door was closed, though the light still gleamed beneath it; but it was getting late, and the minister would not be out again.
Graeme might well admire such a wood fire as that before which they were sitting: The fore-stick had nearly burned through, and the brands had fallen over the andirons, but the great back-log glowed with light and heat, though only now and then a bright blaze leapt up. It was not very warm in the room, however, except for their faces, and Graeme shivered a little as she drew nearer to the fire, and hardly heeding that Janet did not answer her, fell to dreaming in the firelight.