I
think it was much more my fault, too," she added thoughtfully.
"Oh, I am sure you never did anything bad in your life," said Joe
affectionately. "Nothing half so bad as this--my dear Snow Angel!" And so
they kissed again and went to lunch.
"I suppose you went to walk," remarked Miss Schenectady, when they met at
table.
"Yes," said Joe, "we walked a little."
"Well, all Englishmen walk, of course," continued her aunt.
"Most of them can," said Joe, smiling.
"I mean, it is a great deal the right thing there. Perhaps you might pass
me the pepper."
Before they had finished their meal the door opened, and Ronald Surbiton
entered the room.
"Oh--excuse me," he began, "I did not know"--
"Oh, I am so glad you have come, Ronald," cried Joe, rising to greet him,
and taking his hand. "Sybil, let me introduce Mr. Surbiton--Miss Brandon."
Sybil smiled and bent her head slightly. Ronald bowed and sat down between
Sybil and Miss Schenectady.
CHAPTER IX.
Josephine Thorn never read newspapers, partly because she did not care for
the style of literature known as journalistic, and partly, too, because
the papers always came at such exceedingly inconvenient hours.
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