How unanimous they are! There is not a voice wanting.
"I wonder how long Sir Roger will stay ?" I say presently.
"What connection of ideas made you think of him ?" asks Bobby, curiously.
"Do you suppose that he has any shooting ?" I break into a laugh.
"I do not know, I am sure.

I do not think it matters much whether he has or not." "I dare say that there are a good many women--old ones, you know--who would take him, old as he is," says Bobby, with liberality.
"I dare say," I answer.

"I do not know.

I am not old, but I am not sure that I would not rather marry him than be an old maid." A pause.

Again I laugh--this time a laugh of recollection.
"What a fool you did look last night!" I say with sisterly candor, "when you put your head round the school-room door, and found that you had been witty about him to his face!" Bobby reddens, and aims a bit of mortar at a round-eyed robin that has perched near us.
"At all events, I did not call him a _beast_." "Well, never mind; do not get angry! What did it matter ?" say I, comfortingly.