"Complexion!" said Belle; "I'm no more afraid of hurting my complexion than you are; I never freckle, or tan either."
"But you burn all up, and look like a fright."
"Well, if I didn't, I shouldn't go there to sit; I like to be at the front of the house, where I can see the passing. I wonder who those people are coming up the road."
Kitty stood up, and looked as Belle pointed. After observing the approaching couple for a minute or two she exclaimed, "Why, that's Gertrude Flint! I wonder where she's been! And who can that be with her? I didn't know there was a beau to be had about here."
"Beau!" said Belle, sneeringly.
"And why not a beau, Cousin Belle? I'm sure he looks like one."
"I wouldn't give much for any of her beaux!" said Belle.
"Wouldn't you?" said Kitty. "Wait until you see who they are; you near-sighted people shouldn't decide in such a hurry. I can tell you that he is a gentleman you wouldn't object to walking with yourself; it's Mr. Bruce, the one we met in New Orleans."
"I don't believe it!" exclaimed Belle, starting up.
"You will soon have a chance to see for yourself; for he is coming home with her."