membered that she had very black eyes, while those whom be now saw had blue eyes.
"Where is your sister?" papa asked at once. It was in vain to hint to him that she preferred not making her appearance, that she had been caught in the shower, etc. "Mr.—— wishes to see her," he said. "Sue must be the one. She has black eyes, you know. My dear, where are you? Mr.—— is inquiring for you."
There was no getting out of it. Papa never could understand a hint or a wink in his life. So the head was thrust from under the table.
"Ah, there she is," said papa, not seeing the ridiculous aspect of the thing. And he performed the introduction formally, as he always did such courtesies, ending with, "She is the one. You see her eyes are black."
"Yes," said the visitor, as the two exchanged bows.
"But there must be another. This is not the one whom I met."
"Ah, you mean my daughter Emmy, then.
Yes, her eyes are black too. She is in Virginia, on a visit to some of her schoolmates."
And papa was so dignified throughout that there seemed no occasion to be amused. Perhaps the visitor concluded that as his host saw nothing peculiar in that under-the-table introduction, it was an every-day occurrence. The dark-eyed one drew her head back under the table, and was not again interrupted in her seclusion.
CHAPTER XIX.
OLD MASTER.
It was a great happiness to get back home, and to be welcomed by the dear Augustine Dabneys. They had lived at Burleigh during the year and a half that the family had spent as refugees. The home in Raymond had been rented out, and the two families spent several
