I don't wonder at people not
respecting the Elliot-Smiths."
"My dear," responded Rosalind, "Meta did not tell a lie. I never could
have guessed that you were straight-laced, Annie."
"Nor am I," responded Annie with a sigh, which she quickly suppressed.
"The whole thing fitted in admirably with our wishes," continued Rose,
"and now we need not do anything further in the matter. Rumor, in the
shape of Hetty Jones' tongue and Polly Singleton's hints, will do the
rest for us."
"Do you really think that Maggie Oliphant cares for Mr. Hammond?"
asked Lucy Marsh.
"Cares for him!" said Rosalind. "Does a duck swim? Does a baby like
sweet things? Maggie is so much in love with Mr. Hammond that she's
almost ill about it-- there!"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the other two girls.
"She is, I know she is. She treats him shamefully, because of some
whim of hers. I only wish she may never get him."
"He'd do nicely for you, wouldn't he, Rose?" said Annie Day.
A delicate pink came into Rosalind's cheeks. She rose to leave the
room.
"Mr. Hammond is not in my style," she said. "Much too severe and too
learned. Good night, girls. I must look over the notes of that
wretched French lecture before I go to bed."
Rosalind sought her own room, which was in another corridor.
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