"
"Then there is news of some kind, after all? Well, let us have it. I want
to hear the news, good, bad or indifferent. I will try to believe it is
_good_ news, since it has such a happy effect on yourself," and he looked
up at the bright face that was bending over his chair. "Well, you know,
there was a sort of promise between Lancy and me; but I am free from it.
Our last letters have been sent and received, and by and by he is going to
take an English lassie home as his wife."
"You don't say so, and you find it a source of rejoicing! Well, you are a
queer girl, sure enough. Gussie would say you have been jilted."
"But I have not, because it was I who asked to be released from the
promise. If you knew what good friends Lancy and I still remain, you would
not fancy I feel jilted."
"Well, I'm blest if I see the point yet," and he looked at Dexie keenly.
"Please, papa, do not look for it," was the laughing reply; "for if there
be any point to this story, it is not visible to the naked eye, and I doubt
if you could discern it with a microscope itself. But, papa, I do not want
this spoken about yet--Lancy's approaching marriage, I mean.
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