“Yes; that is where they live, I believe,” was the reply.
“I hope it’s not true that that girl of Blanche’s is engaged,” said Stasy, later in the evening, after she had been sitting silent for some time.
“Why?” said her sister, looking up in surprise; “what difference could it make to us?”
“All the difference. If she were married, she’d go away to a home of her own, and we would never see her. But living there, so near, she would be a nice friend for us. She is just about your age, Blanchie.”
“Well,” said Blanche, “we shall see. It is not even certain yet that we are going to live at Pinnerton at all.”
“I’m sure we shall. I have a presentiment that we shall,” said Stasy oracularly.