Both young ladies started and crimsoned. "You see Emmy I could not resist that letter, so here I am for a few days."
"Isabel was right" cried Emily triumphantly, "she said you would come quietly in, one of these days."
"What made you think so," he asked.
"I felt sure of it, I cannot tell why, but I had a presentiment that you would."
"May I hope that the wish was the origin of the thought," he said in a low tone, as Emily turned to caress his dog, Hector.
"Certainly" she answered laughing. "I would not have Emily disappointed on any account."
"Such a true prophet ought to be rewarded, don't you think so Emily," said Everard presenting Isabel with the first and only flower of a rare foreign plant.
"I cannot accept it," replied Isabel, "the reward is more than the prediction was worth."
"Oh no, it is not, I am sure you earned it," cried Emily clapping her hands, and running off with Hector for a romp.
"Surely you will not refuse a flower" said Everard.