CHAPTER XIV.
“LET ME DEPICT YOUR FUTURE.”
Before Mr. Rosevelt and Star left him, Mr. Sherbrooke arranged a little pleasure trip to Coney Island for the following day.
“I suppose, to-morrow being Saturday, you will have no school, Miss Gladstone,” he said, with an appealing look at her.
“No; but I have a music lesson at nine,” she answered, doubtfully.
“Could you not arrange to postpone it for once?”
“I think not; the hour is engaged for me, and if I am not there I lose it. I should hardly like to do that, for I must make the most of my time this year.”
Star said this last more to herself than in reply to him. She wanted to go—oh, so much!—and yet felt that she ought not to lose her lesson.
“Well, an hour will not make much difference; you will be through by ten. It will not be too late for our excursion then, and that will give us the best part of the day. The sail will be delightful, and we will come home by moonlight. I speak for to-morrow, as I am to leave New York next week for awhile. I think you will go, Miss Star?” Mr. Sherbrooke concluded, questioningly.
“I think I should enjoy the trip very much,” Mr. Rosevelt here interposed. “We’ll say ‘go,’ little girl, for we have had no holiday this summer. Yes, yes, Sherbrooke, thank you, we will accept your invitation, and Star will, I think, be willing to shorten her lesson a trifle, so that we shall be able to leave the city by half-past ten.”
Yes, Star said she would do that; and the matter once decided, her face brightened and her eyes glowed with anticipation.