"Oh, that's 'Orphan Annie.' Isn't she a mess?"
"Is her name Annie Pore?"
"I believe it is or poor Annie, if you prefer."
"Well, by Jove! Who would have thought it!" and Harvie Price without any apology left the dashing Mabel and going up to Annie took her by both hands. He shook them warmly and exclaimed: "Little Annie Pore, where on earth did you come from? I am glad to see you." And Annie, without the least embarrassment, was equally delighted to see him.
"Oh, Harvie, I did not dream you were here. You've grown so I didn't know you."
"Grown! And what have you been doing? Certainly not standing still. And how is everyone at the Landing? Geewhilikins, I'd like to spend another summer there! Just think, it is five years since I have been there."
"Everything is about the same. Your grandfather is rather more feeble but as handsome as ever."
"Yes, I know, poor old Grandad," said Harvie soberly. Annie told me afterward that a family row had separated old General Price from his son, Harvie's father, and for that reason the boy had not been allowed to come to his ancestral home at Price's Landing.
"And how is your father? As British as ever and still invisibly clothed in blue paint?"
"Yes, about the same," blushed Annie.