"Is it? I have the advantage of you. It is the perfection of a day to me."
"Eleanor," cried Julia, bounding in through the window, "Mr. Rhys is better to-day. He says so."
"Is he?" said Eleanor.
"Yes; you know how weak he was yesterday; he is not quite so weak to-day."
"Who is Mr. Rhys?" said Mr. Carlisle.
"O he is nice! Eleanor says nice rhymes to Rhys. Wasn't my tea nice, Eleanor? We had Miss Broadus to tea this afternoon. We had you yesterday and Miss Broadus to-day. I wonder who will come next."
"Is this a sick friend you have been visiting?" said Mr. Carlisle, as
Julia ran off, having accomplished the discomfiture of her sister.
"No, not at all—only I stopped at Mrs. Williams' cottage to rest yesterday; and he lives there."
"You saw him?"
"Yes; Julia found me, and I could not help seeing him."