CHAPTER VI
COUSINS
"Aunty," said Beatrice, at breakfast the next morning, "do you think I scared him to death?"
"What do you mean, dear?"
"Why, that young man—yesterday. Mr. Ronald is his name, isn't it?"
Mrs. Mackenzie laughed at the memory of the Ensign's scarlet face. "I think he'll get over it," she said; "don't you, Rob?"
"I certainly do. He's the last man in the world to be afraid of a woman."
"Oh, yes, he'll recover," put in Mackenzie, significantly.
"I think it's lovely here," observed Beatrice, irrelevantly, "and I know I'm going to like it."
"We're going to try very hard to make you happy," said Forsyth, with evident sincerity.
"I've wanted to live with Aunt Eleanor ever since last Spring, when they all came to Fort Wayne. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fought. That is, perhaps I wouldn't."