Pretty busy, but
my wheel keeps me in good trim. I have been
paddling more or less, too, to keep chest and arms
up with the rest of the procession.
The old ladies are as dear as ever; if I am not
wholly spoilt, it will not be their fault, bless their
kind hearts! The niece is better, I think.
Good-bye, old man! write again soon, and tell
me more about Amaryllis. How pretty the classical
names are: Chloe, Lalage, Diana, Vesta. I was
brought up on Fannies and Minnies and Lotties,
with Eliza for a change. Horrible name, Eliza!
GEOFF.
The young doctor had just posted the above letter, and was
sauntering along the street on his way home. It lacked an hour of
tea-time, and he was wondering which of several things he should do.
There was hardly time for a paddle; besides, Vesta Blyth had gone
for a drive with the minister's daughter. Geoffrey did not think
driving half as good for her as being on the water. He must contrive
to get through his afternoon calls earlier to-morrow. He might stop
and see how Tommy Candy was,--no! there was Tommy, sitting by the
roadside, pouring sand over his head from a tin cup. He was all right,
then; the young doctor thought he would be if they stopped dosing him,
and fed him like a Christian for a day or two. Well,--there was no
one else who could not wait till morning.
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