It
was agreed, however, that Mrs. Wyndham, who was Sybil's oldest friend,
should come and stay at Sherwood until everything was finished; and she
answered the invitation by saying she was "perfectly wild to come,"--and
she came at once. Uncle Tom Sherwood was a little confused at the notion
of having his house full of people; but Sybil had been amusing herself by
reorganizing the place for some time back, and there is nothing easier
than to render a great old-fashioned country mansion habitable for a few
days in the summer, when carpets are useless and smoking chimneys are not
a necessity.
Mrs. Wyndham said that Sam would come down for the wedding and stay over
the day, but that she expected he was pretty busy just now.
"By the way," she remarked, "you know John Harrington has come home. We
must send him an invitation."
The three ladies were walking in the garden after breakfast, hatless and
armed with parasols. Joe started slightly, but no one noticed it.
"When did he come--where has he been all this time?" asked Sybil.
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