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The girl hesitated, yet not exactly in embarrassment, and answered slowly:
"No. Is he well?"
"More than well--and simply daft with his preparations for the war!"
"Preparations for the war?" she asked, not understanding.
"Why, my child, he goes into the country every day to shoot his rifle, he's so in earnest! I do believe that if Congress could hear half he thinks about the insults we are forced to swallow, they'd declare war to-morrow!"
"Sister Sallie thinks he should have been named Patrick Henry," Miss Veemie sighed, "but I'm sure I can't imagine why! Jebediah is much prettier."
Miss Sallie ignored this, and in a more confidential tone continued:
"Oh, I know," Marian laughed, "--said he might be President some day!"
"Well, my dear, I really shouldn't wonder! But, oh, why have you stayed away from us so long! Did nursing take so much time to learn? Now that you're back," her voice grew tender, "I do hope you and Jeb--well, you know that it was your dear mother's wish, and his dear mother's wish, Marian."
"Please don't," the girl interrupted hastily. "I've heard that a thousand times. Besides, Jeb and I were only four months old when our mothers died; and besides that," she smiled prettily, "Jeb has surely recovered from his silly notions by now."
"Jeb will entertain whatever notions I tell him to," Miss Sallie declared with vigor.
"Then I don't want to see him," Marian laughed, though with not enough conviction, perhaps, to keep Miss Sallie from darting a look of encouragement at her sister, who, failing to understand it, observed:
"Colonel Hampton just passed before you came; did you see him?"
"No!--bless his old heart! How is he?--quite as foolishly angry with my father as ever, I suppose?"
"He's not all to blame for that." Miss Sallie compressed her lips. "Your father, my dear, is as good a hater as he is an editor."
"Which is going some," Marian laughed.
"Going how?" Miss Veemie asked, protestingly.
"I must say," Miss Sallie interposed, "that the Colonel has been a devoted friend to Jeb!"
"And I'm devoted to the Colonel," Marian quickly replied, as though her loyalty had been challenged. "You both know how I've deplored that quarrel--why, it started long, long before I was born, and I'm sure they've forgotten its origin!"
"Politics! Wretched politics," Miss Sallie sighed. "I've often thought, my child, how easily you might re-cement their friendship." She looked wistfully at the girl, who asked in all sincerity:
"How?"
"The Colonel is so fond of Jeb, and you are your father's only child! Can't you just fancy them clasping hands beneath a wedding bell of beautiful lilies?"
"It's easier to fancy them quarreling again the next day! No," she began to laugh delightedly, "if you're so set on having a wedding, marry them to each other; then they can fuss to their heart's content and nobody will mind. There, forgive me!" she cried, putting her arms about Miss Veemie, who was taking this seriously, and almost gasping for breath, "I was horrid to joke about it! But you mustn't let Miss Sallie put those silly thoughts on Jeb and me, really! Remember, I've been away two years--two years this very sixth of April--and see how we've both improved!"
There might have been a slight suspicion of yearning that somehow got into her voice as she said this; at any rate, Miss Sallie thought so, and wisely decided to let the subject rest awhile.
Marian walked to the fallen parasol, picked it up and opened it.
"I suppose I ought to be going," she said. "Father expects me about twelve. Your tulips are looking well, for this early," she continued evenly. "Do you still have the scarlet ones in this bed? And, oh, I wonder if I can see the courthouse clock from your fence, as I used to!"
She leaned over the pickets, looking; then glanced up the street in the other direction. Miss Sallie did not miss the significance of this, and smiled.
"What time is it?" she asked, as Marian turned around.
"I--I really; isn't that funny? I've forgotten!" And to hide a very genuine embarrassment she leaned again over the pickets; glancing, as before, up and down the street where the courthouse was, and was not, but now giving a little exclamation of pleasure.
"He's coming! Your spoiled nephew is at the corner."
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