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she. As they were going back into the sitting-room, she said—
"When you come over on Monday, you will, I presume, bring your clothes in a cart? I ask it, because I promised some flowers and other things to your sisters, which I can send back by the cart."
"You are very kind to think of them, Mistress Patience," replied Edward; "they are fond of flowers, and will be much pleased with possessing any."
"You sleep here to-night, I think my father said?" inquired Patience.
"He did make the proposal, and I shall gladly avail myself of it, as I am not to trust to Phoœbe's ideas of comfort this time," said Edward, smiling.
"Yes, that was a cross action of Phœbe's; and I can tell you, Master Armitage, that she is ashamed to look you in the face ever since; but how fortunate for me that she was cross, and turned you out as she did! You must forgive her, as she was the means of your performing a noble action; and I must forgive her, as she was the means of my life being saved."
"I have no feeling except kindness towards Phœbe," replied Edward, "indeed I ought to feel grateful to her; for if she had not given me so bad a bed that night, I never should have been so comfortably lodged as it is proposed that I shall be now."
"I hope you are hungry, Edward," said Clara; "dinner is almost ready."
"I dare say I shall eat more than you do, Clara."
"So you ought, a great big man like you. How old are you, Edward?" said Clara; "I am thirteen; Patience is past sixteen: now how old are you?"
"I am not yet eighteen, Clara, so that I can hardly be called a man."
"Why, you are as tall as Mr. Heatherstone."
