“I think I told you on our journey that Fred is reading law with an attorney in Springfield,” remarked Paul, as he arose to give her a chair.
“Yes, and you also said that you expected him this evening.”
“I did, and he has come,” exclaimed Paul, glancing eagerly toward the door, for quick footsteps were coming toward it, and a buoyant voice had called, “Mother, where are you?”
“Here!” responded Mrs. Warfield, her eyes beaming with pleasure. “Come and welcome your new cousin!”
Fred came forward in his easy, graceful manner and was presented in due form.
“They are as handsome as pictures,” thought Mrs. Warfield proudly. “The Garden of Eden could scarcely have shown a handsomer couple.”
“How are you, old fellow?” said Fred, turning with a bright smile to shake hands with his brother.
“In fine health and spirits, and I see you are the same.”
“I thought you were not coming until late. Having you in time for supper is an unexpected pleasure,” said his mother.
“I intended coming out on the evening train, but there are gypsies encamped in Mr. Barry’s woods, and some of the young people of Springfield came out in carriages to have their fortunes told, and insisted that I should come with them, and here I am.”