She hasn't got a ring, that's true,
but it would be just like her to want him to get it in
England. And I know they correspond. She doesn't make
any secret of it."
"Oh, I dare say! Other people have eyes in their head as
well as you, Stella," said Mrs Murchison, stooping for
her ball. "But there's no need to take things for granted
at such a rate. And, above all, you're not to go TALKING,
remember!"
"Well, if you think Dora Milburn's good enough," returned
Lorne's youngest sister in threatening accents, "it's
more than I do, that's all. Hello, Miss Murchison!" she
continued, as Advena appeared. "You're looking 'xtremely
dinky-dink. Expecting his reverence?"
Advena made no further reply than a look of scornful
amusement, which Stella, bicycling forth again, received
in the back of her head.
"Father," said Mrs Murchison, "if you had taken any share
in the bringing up of this family, Stella ought to have
her ears boxed this minute!"
"We'll have to box them," said Mr Murchison, "when she
comes back." Advena had retreated into the house. "IS
she expecting his reverence?" asked her father with a
twinkle.
"Don't ask me! I'm sure it's more than I can tell you.
It's a mystery to me, that matter, altogether. I've known
him come three evenings in a week and not again for a
month of Sundays.
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