Let me see, what does Mrs. Atherton
say to the Shannondale gentlemen when they call? Oh, I know, she
asks them if they've read the last new novel; how they liked it,
and so on. I can do all that, and maybe he'll think I'm a famous
scholar. I mean to wear the shawl she looks so pretty in," and
going to her mistress' drawer, the child took out and threw around
her shoulders a crimson scarf, which Grace often wore, and then
descended to the parlor, where Arthur St. Claire stood, leaning
against the marble mantel, and listlessly examining various
ornaments upon it.
At the first sight of him Edith felt her courage forsaking her,
there seemed so wide a gulf between herself and the haughty-
looking stranger, and she was about to leave the room when he
called after her, bidding her stay, and asking who she was.
"I'm Edith Hastings," she answered, dropping into a chair, and
awkwardly kicking her heels against the rounds in her
embarrassment at having those large, quizzical brown eyes fixed so
inquiringly upon her.
He was a tall, handsome young man, not yet nineteen years of age,
and in his appearance there certainly was something savoring of
the air supposed to mark the F.
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