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to the contrary, Mrs. Grant migh expect her.
"And you know what your dinner will be," said Mrs. Grant, smiling—"the turkey—and I assure you a very fine one; for my dear"—turning to her husband—"cook insists upon the turkey's being dressed tomorrow."
"Very well, very well," cried Dr. Grant, "all the better. I am glad to hear you have any thing so good in the house. But Miss Price and Mr. Edmund Bertram, I dare say, would take their chance. We none of us want to hear the bill of fare. A friendly meeting, and not a fine dinner, is all we have in view. A turkey or a goose, or a leg of mutton, or whatever you and your cook chuse to give us."
The two cousins walked home together; and except in the immediate discussion of this engagement, which Edmund spoke of with the warmest
