Hunt."
"I'm sure I'd rather than not," said Laura, with a twinge of
conscience at the thought of her hero.
"Have you said all that you've got to say?" asked Mrs. Jaynes, very
quietly.
Laura looked up into her sister's grave, sober face, and felt a
chill of vague apprehension begin to take the place of the hopeful
glow in her heart.
"Eh?" said Mrs. Jaynes, inquiringly.
"Y--yes," faltered Laura, "only this,--I don't like him, and he's
such a horrid, disgusting man,--and--and--that's all, I believe,
except that I don't like him, and think he's so disagreeable,--and--
oh, yes! there's another thing,--he wears blue spectacles,--ugh!
_blue_ spectacles!"
"Is there anything more?" said Mrs. Jaynes, still speaking with the
same even, quiet voice.
"N--no," said Laura, "only I--" and here she paused.
"Don't like him," added Mrs. Jaynes, supplying the words.
"Yes, that's it," said Laura. "I know I'm foolish, but--"
"It's much to confess it," said Mrs. Jaynes. "Now that I've
patiently heard all that you have to say, I wish to be heard a few
words in favor of a dear and worthy friend of mine, against whom you
appear to entertain a groundless antipathy."
"No, not groundless," interposed Laura.
"Well, I'll agree that a pale, studious face and blue spectacles are
good reasons for hating a man.
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