Peering out from behind the drapery, which formed a deep recess, she could see that her new brother had bright golden hair of the same odd shade as her own, but his eyes were blue and full of fun, and his mouth seemed very ready for a smile. She thought that she should like him.
Miss Herrick was long in appearing, and Valentine occupied the time in looking around him. Presently he began to whistle as he walked about the room, knocking over a screen and upsetting a vase. At last he reached one of the windows, where he was confronted by a small figure in a white dress, with golden hair and great solemn brown eyes, which were fixed upon his face.
"Holloa!" he exclaimed, his whistle stopping short in the middle of a bar.
There was no reply.
"WHY, I SUPPOSE YOU ARE MY SISTER."
"Why, I suppose you are my sister?"
"Yes, I am Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth! That is a terribly long name for such a short person."