Faith looked down and looked grave as she answered—"Jonathan Fax." Mr. Linden's face was grave too, then, with the recollections that name brought up.
"There is one place in the house she cannot touch," he said. "Faith, I am glad she is not to take care of him."
"I have thought that so often!"
"Do you like my story, Endy?" said Miss Linden presently.
"Very much—the subject. I am less interested in the application. Who next is to be married in Pattaquasset?"
"I don't know."—
"Aunt Iredell says she wishes you would be married here," observed
Pet demurely. To which insinuation Faith opposed as demure a silence.
"Oh Endecott," said his sister changing her tone and speaking in that mixed mood which so well became her,—"I'm so happy that you are here! This week Faith has been pretty quiet, by dint of being away from home; but nothing would have kept her here next week—and I had been thinking what we should do,—if the week should run on into two—or if the wind should blow!" She spoke laughingly, yet with a voice not quite steady.
"'So he bringeth them to the haven where they would be'!" Mr. Linden said. But his voice was clear as the very depth of feeling of which it told. "Aunt Iredell cannot have her wish, Pet," he added presently,—"there would be at least three negative votes."
"I suppose that! But I shall come down Saturday to hear what wishes are in progress."