Edna Browning; $b or, the Leighton homestead. A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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Edna Browning; $b or, the Leighton homestead. A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
“How did you know that?” Edna asked, looking up with so much surprise as
almost to betray herself.
She had not thought of that sketch since the day when it was made, and
she was curious to hear how Roy came to know about it.
“She dropped it as she left the car, either purposely or accidentally,
and mother picked it up,” Roy said. “I have it still, and if I ever see
her and know her well, I mean to show it to her and have some fun with
it,” he continued, while Edna asked, a little uneasily:
“Then you were not angry with her for her impertinence?”
“Yes, I was at the time, very angry, and wanted to box her ears; but
that only lasted a little time, and I was glad to see myself as others
saw me. I do believe it did me good. She must be something of an artist,
for even as a caricature the picture was a good one. I wish I knew where
she was. I must write to-day, and tell her of my engagement.”
He was trying to introduce that subject again, but Edna made no reply.
His mention of the picture had sent her off on an entirely different
train of thought, and she was glad that just then the breakfast bell
rang, and brought their walk to an end.
Roy spent the most of the day at Oakwood, but he was home at dinner, and
passed the evening there, and Edna heard him talking with his mother
about his engagement, and asking if she were glad.
“Yes, very glad,” was the reply; “though it does not matter quite so
much now as it did before Miss Overton came. I am getting really
attached to her, she seems so pleasant and refined, and knows what I
want before I tell her. She is a very superior person, I think, and must
have been well brought up.”
Mrs. Churchill did nothing by the halves; she liked or disliked
thoroughly; and, as she had conceived a great liking for her little
companion, she was more inclined to talk of her than of Georgie, though
she _did_ ask when the marriage was to take place.
“Whenever it suits Georgie,” Roy replied. “For myself, I am in no haste,
and should prefer waiting until next spring. We are very comfortable
now, and Miss Overton’s presence precludes the necessity of having some
one for company.”
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