Adelaide Fendie blushed her dull blush, and whispered,—
“Oh, Hope, do you think she knows?”
“She knows what it looks like,” said Hope.
But Adelaide was not satisfied.
“Do you not think she knows more than that? Oh, Hope, what if it was to come true?”
Hope laughed; but it was her own turn now, to watch the mysterious evolutions of the egg.
“It’s a ship! it’s a ship!” cried Hector Maxwell, in an ecstacy. “Tibbie, I am sure you meant this for me.”
“Never you heed, Maister Hector,” said the oracular Tibbie; “it’s Miss Hope’s; but you’re to get her, ye ken, so it’s a’ ane.”
Hope swept away in high disdain from Hector’s vicinity.
“Tibbie,” she whispered, “try one for a young lady; she is not here, but I like her, and I’ll tell you after who she is.”