"Captain Clair; he is only here for a short time, for his health," replied Mabel; "but how could you tell he had light whiskers?"
"Because he passed while we were at dinner, so that I had a good look at him," said Lucy, half blushing.
"Amy," said Mabel, "there is Captain Clair beckoning for you to run to him, and I dare say he will get you the blackberries he promised you."
Amy ran away to the garden-gate, where Captain Clair was waiting for her, and hand in hand they were soon down the blackberry lane that led to the fields.
"What a very fine young man," exclaimed Lucy, as she watched them out of sight; "do you see him often—I suppose he is a beau of yours?"
"No, oh, no," said Mabel; "a sort of friend he has made himself—but certainly not a beau."
"Ah, you say so."
"And I mean so," said Mabel.
"You mean then, that he is free for conquest," laughed Lucy, coquettishly.
"As far as I am concerned, he is as free as air," said Mabel; "but I would not have you attempt such a conquest, I should think he was too easily won to be kept long in subjection."