“Shall we have your father and mother, or only young people, dear?” asked Miss Camilla.
“Only young people, I think, aunt. Mother comes any time, and as for father, he would rather go fishing.”
“You would like the Edwards boy, since he came so long ago?”
“Yes, I think so, aunt.”
“He is poor, and works hard, and has not been in fine company much, I presume, but that is nothing against him. He will enjoy it all the more, if he is not too shy. You do not think he is too shy to enjoy it, dear?”
“I should never have known from his manners at my party that he had not been in fine company all his life. He is not like the other young men in Upham,” protested Lucina, with a quick rise of spirit.
“Well, I used to hear your grandfather say that there are those who can suit their steps to any gait,” her aunt said. “I understand that he is a very good young man. We will have him and—”
“I think his sister,” said Lucina; “she is such a pretty girl—the prettiest girl in the village, and it will please her so to be asked.”
“The Edwards boy and his sister, and who else?”
“No one else, I think, Aunt Camilla, except Lawrence Prescott. There will not be room for more in the arbor.”