"
"Dick, how disagreeable you are!" and Mrs. Pinckney began to pout
again.
"We are all her lovers," he maliciously continued--"all the men
here--Doctor Harris, Mr. Brown and--" he bowed expressively.
"Doctor Harris?" exclaimed his sister-in-law. This defection cut her to
the heart.
"The day my namesake and godchild, little Dick, was ill I went to the
nursery, as in duty bound: you know how fond I am of that child. There
was Miss Featherstone, not the nurse, interested and concerned, sitting
by the patient. There was Doctor Harris, interested and absorbed with
Miss Featherstone. His looks were unmistakable: I saw it at a glance.
And as for Mr. Brown, he raves about this 'dear mees' or 'cette chere
mademoiselle' by the hour together. She carried his heart by storm the
first time he saw her, as she did mine."
"How far does your admiration lead you? Do you wish any assistance from
me?"
"As you please: I am indifferent," he returned, shrugging his
shoulders. "Seriously, Virginia--I say this in my character of guardian
and adviser-general to the family--I think what you give her is a
beggarly pittance in return for all she does, and I suggest that you
raise her salary.
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