word, and as for Arthur's letter, I suppose I ought to be flattered by his jealousy, but I mean to be very dignified at first, Aunt."
"Very well, my dear; we shall see."
"I really must, upon principle. It would never do to let Arthur get into a habit of mistrust, and to think of his saying he was going to Prague, when he never meant it!"
"That journey may pair off with yours to Berlin, dear. But listen now to that song. How well those girls manage their voices."
The school children were all at tea, too much occupied with buns and muffins to make any noise, and Mr. Greydon who seemed exhilarated by the day's work, suggested to Janet that it would be a good opportunity to give him the pleasure the Duchess had promised him of hearing her sing. If he had proposed to her to ride a steeple-chase, she would have attempted it, so she and Rose performed an echo song, the one sister concealing herself, and repeating from a distance, the clear notes of the other—the effect was
