It was, indeed, somewhat of a coincidence to know that at the same moment when Moses Spriggins was speculating upon the prospects of his legal friend that the latter should be also troubled about the veritable Moses.
Lottie Lawson had gone to "Sunnybank," brimming over with the affairs of the elated Melindy Jane.
Marguerite listened to the child's amusing description of the many articles that were hourly displayed by the expectant bride, and when consulted as to the choice of a wedding present, thoughtfully proposed sending one herself.
"Oh. Miss Verne, that will be delightful," cried Lottie, clapping her hands in childish glee. "Why, Melindy will have lots of nice things; I know what brother Phillip is going to give—a pretty China tea-set—and mine, a pair of napkin rings."
Marguerite smiled at the little maid's enthusiasm, and warned her against being too communicative to Melindy Jane.
"Indeed, she will not know what they are until brother Phillip and I go out to Mill Crossing."
Lottie took her departure and Marguerite once more sought her father's room to take her place beside his bed.
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"Spriggins, did you say, papa?"
"Yes, child—I want the paper."