"Yours affectionately,
"MARY BARTLEY."
Walter wrote back directly that he would bring it himself, and tell her
what was going on at Clifford Hall.
So he rode over and told her of Julia Clifford's arrival, and how his
father had deputed him to attend on her, and she took up all his time. It
was beginning to be a bore.
"On the contrary," said Mary, "I dare say she is very handsome."
"That she is," said Walter.
"Please describe her."
"A very tall, dark girl, with wonderful eyebrows; and she has broken in
Black Bess, that some of us men could not ride in comfort."
Mary changed color. She murmured, "No wonder the Hall is more attractive
than the farm!" and the tears shone in her eyes.
"Oh, Mary," said Walter, reproachfully, "how can you say that? What is
Julia Clifford to me?"
"I can't tell," said Mary, dryly. "I never saw you together _through my
glasses, you know_."
Walter laughed at this innuendo.
"You shall see us together to-morrow, if you will bless one of us with
your company.
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