CHAPTER IV—LEROUX SPEAKS
Matthew and Miss Lanyon were standing under the front porch talking over poor Frank Leroux when Ella came up with a very happy face.
“What a colour you 've got, child!” cried Agatha Lanyon.
“It is the fresh country air. I was being choked in town.”
“And the country people,” suggested the elder lady, archly.
“And the fresh country people,” assented Ella.
“My dear,” said Matthew to his sister, “this is the first time we've been complimented on our adorable rusticity.”
“We don't count,” said Miss Lanyon.
“I never knew you could be so wicked,” cried Ella, taking her by her shoulders and kissing her. Whereupon she disappeared into the house.
“I do hope it is settled,” said Miss Lanyon, with a little sentimental sigh.