"It's a man's handwriting," said she.
"Oh!" I said, "yes, I reckon it is."
"And it's got Virginia spelled with two n's," she added sorrowfully.
"You don't mean to say so!" said my mother, moving over to join us.
"The more the merrier," said my uncle; "and I'm going to put out the gas, if it had a dozen. All aboard for the upper deck."
Wherewith we all moved towards the stairs. "The last I saw of your Gordon Laird," said my aunt to me as we went up together, "he was standing with his face hidden in those roses."
"Oh!" said I, "did you tell him who it was took them to his room?"
"No, never thought of it."
"I'm so glad," said I—with a little sigh.