It came to pass also that when I paid my very next visit to R—— in the following summer, I found living at my relative's house a Major Brinster and a Mrs. Brinster.
And Mrs. Brinster was my Cousin Maggie, and Major Brinster was my Cousin Maggie's fate.
THE PEDLAR'S PACK.
BY LUCIE E. JACKSON.
Colonel Bingham was seated in his library facing the window that looked out on to the green sloping lawn, the smiling meadow, and the dark belt of firs which skirted the wood. There was a frown on his brow, and his eyes wore a perplexed look. On the opposite side of the room stood a young girl of seventeen balancing herself adroitly on the ridge of a chair, and smiling with evident satisfaction at her own achievement.
The colonel was speaking irritably.
"You see, you can't even now sit still while I speak to you, but you must poise yourself on your chair like a schoolboy. Is it a necessary part of your existence that you must behave like a boy rather than a girl?"
Patty hung her head shamefacedly, and the smile left her lips.
"And then, what is this that I hear about a rifle? Is it true that Captain Palmer has lent you one?"