"For me, Martin?" she exclaimed.
"The young gentleman from next door left it," said Martin.
"I did not know you knew any one next door, Rosalind," Mrs. Whittredge remarked questioningly.
"I am not very well acquainted, grandmamma," Rosalind answered, seeing suddenly in the handsome face a likeness to the dark portrait; "but I talked to Maurice through the hedge this morning. I remember now, I had my book. I must have left it on the grass."
"I believe Rosalind seldom loses an opportunity to speak to people. Miss Herbert says she is on quite intimate terms with Morgan," remarked Miss Genevieve.
"Father told me about Morgan," Rosalind began apologetically, adding more confidently, "I like to know people."
"Your father over again," Mrs. Whittredge said, smiling. "What is your book, dear?"
"'As You Like It.' Cousin Louis gave it to me." As she spoke Rosalind caught the glance exchanged by her grandmother and aunt.
"When I was a little girl Cousin Louis told me the story because it is about Rosalind, you know, and ever since I have called it my story, because I like it best of all."
No comment was made on this explanation, and it seemed to her the next time she looked in his direction, that Uncle Allan frowned.