"She looks twenty at least in this picture," answered Mrs. Sherman,
"even more than that. Eugenia was always old for her years. If you
remember, she was wearing long dresses when we left her the summer we
were in Europe together."
"Yes, but it doesn't seem possible that Eugenia is old enough to be
_married_," insisted Lloyd. "I can hardly believe it is true."
She sat staring dreamily out of the window until a slight breeze
fluttering the sheets of paper still clutched in her fingers reminded
her that she had read only two of the twenty pages.
"Heah is what she says about it," began Lloyd, reading slowly, for the
closely written sheets were hard to decipher.
"'I know you are going to wonder how it all came
about, so I'll begin at the beginning. Last summer
papa came on to Paris in time for Commencement. He
was so pleased because I took first honours, when
he hadn't expected me to take any, that he said he
would do as fathers sometimes did in
fairy-tales,--grant me three wishes, anything in
reason; for he had had an unusually successful
year and could well afford it.
"'Well, I thought and thought, but I couldn't
think of anything I really wanted, as I just had
an entire new outfit in clothes, so I told him
finally I'd like to stop in London long enough to
have a tailor make me a riding-habit, and I'd
think of the other two wishes sometime during the
year. So we went to London. Papa is such an old
darling, and we've grown to be real chums. After
the tailor had taken my measure, we drove to our
banker's for the mail, and who should papa meet
there but Doctor Tremont, an American physician
whom he knew years ago when they were young men.
They belonged to the same college fraternity.
"'They forgot all about poor little me, sitting
over in the corner of the office, and stood and
talked about old times, and asked each other about
Tom, Dick, and Harry, until I was thoroughly tired
of waiting. But after awhile the handsomest young
man came into the room, and Doctor Tremont
introduced him to papa as his oldest son, Stuart.
Then they remembered my humble existence, and papa
brought them both over to me. In about two minutes
we all felt as if we had known each other always.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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