the fact that he was rather jealous of the new friends, who took Amy away from him.
“Amy cares just as much for you as ever; but it is so pleasant for her to have the companionship of girls of her own age that she cannot be blamed for spending all the time she can with them.”
“I should n’t suppose that you could spare her so much,” murmured Fritz, a little crossly. “Now when I am around, she can go on with whatever she is doing, just the same. But I rather think that Miss Barlow would be surprised if she were asked to wait around and help with the dishes. Of course I never mind things like that.”
Mrs. Redmond again laughed at the doleful tone and expression assumed by Fritz.
“You are certainly not feeling very happy to-day, are you?”
“Well, it’s no fun. I came over this afternoon expressly to invite Amy to go down to Lynn with me to-morrow. My uncle has an errand there. But I suppose that it is n’t any use for me to ask her. She probably has an engagement with Miss Barlow.”
“Well, Fritz, it does happen to be the day that they have chosen for their expedition to Marblehead. Amy calls it a Pilgrimage, and she expects to enjoy it very much. She is going to point out most of the objects of interest, or, in other words, the famous houses to the girls.”
“She’d better read them some of her own poetry. They’d probably enjoy it.”
