"After all, grandpa," said she, "perhaps Mr. Jolly will come here in the morning with some good news, and then we should be troubling ourselves just for nothing."
"Perhaps he will," said Mr. Ringgan, in a way that sounded much more like "Perhaps he wont!" But Fleda was determined now not to seem discouraged again. She thought the best way was to change the conversation.
"It is very kind in aunt Lucy, isn't it, grandpa, what she has written to me?"
"Why, no," said Mr. Ringgan, decidedly; "I can't say I think it is any very extraordinary manifestation of kindness in anybody to want you."
Fleda smiled her thanks for this compliment.
"It might be a kindness in me to give you to her."
"It wouldn't be a kindness to me, grandpa."
"I don't know about that," said he, gravely. They were getting back to the old subject. Fleda made another great effort at a diversion.
"Grandpa, was my father like my uncle Rossitur in anything?"
The diversion was effected.