Presently Eeny looked up.
"How odd it seems to think of her being married."
"Who?"
"Rose. It seems queer, somehow. I don't mind Kate. I heard before ever she came here that she was going to be married; but Rose—I can't realize it."
"I have known it this long time," said Grace. "She told me the day she returned from Ottawa. I am glad she is going to do so well."
"I like him very much," said Eeny; "but he seems too quiet for Rose. Don't he?"
"People like to marry their own opposite," answered Grace. "Not that but Rose is getting remarkably quiet herself. She hadn't a word to say all the evening."
"It will be very lonely when June comes, won't it, Grace?" said Eeny, with a little sigh. "Kate will go to England, Rose to Ottawa, your brother is going to Montreal, and perhaps papa will take his ship again, and there will be no one but you and I, Grace."
Grace stooped down and kissed the delicate, thoughtful young face.
"My dear little Eeny, papa is not going away."