served to them at the old inn)—this picnic of Edith’s was one of the pleasantest excursions of the summer for Brenda and Julia.
“I am to see your mother and Agnes in the city to-morrow,” said Mr. Weston, as he bade Brenda good-bye. “I believe that you are to meet them there the day after. I may tell them, I suppose, that you are coming. As for myself, I have to go on to New York for a day or two, but I’ll be back—”
“Yes, do come back in time for the wedding,” interposed Brenda, mischievously.
“Oh, very well, if you are sure that I am expected.”
“Oh, I don’t suppose that they could get along without you,” rejoined Brenda.
“Well, then, I won’t forget it,” and swinging himself up to the seat of the carriage, the young man raised his hat politely, as he drove away.
