"No," retorted Eeny; "I leave that for you. But he was nice; I liked him, and I wish he would come back. Don't you, Kate?"
"I don't care, particularly," said Kate. "I wish papa would come."
"And bring that unknown friend of yours. I say, Kate," said Rose mischievously, "they say you're engaged—perhaps it's your fiancé."
Up over Kate's pearly face the hot blood flew, and she turned hastily to the nearest window.
"Too late, ma soeur," said Rose, her eyes dancing. "You blush beautifully. Won't I have a look at him when he comes, the conquering hero, who can win our queenly Kate's heart."
"Rose, hush!" cried Kate, yet not displeased, and with that roseate light in her face still.
Rose came over, and put her arm around her waist coaxingly.
"Tell me about him, Kate. Is he handsome?"
"Who? Reginald? Of course he is handsome."
"I want to see him dreadfully! Have you his picture? Won't you show it me?"