so fussy in the morning; however, it is no business of ours, and now Blanche, come in, the dew is falling."
Aunt Sarah arrived, and, admitting the facts of size and mittens, suggested that they could in no way affect Blanche's daily comfort. While she was sitting by the river side with her nieces, a boat drew to the landing place, and Edwin Grenville's joyous voice hailed his sisters–"Can you give us some luncheon, Blanche? we are starving and tired."
"Then pray come and eat; but who are 'we?'"
"Harcourt, and Grey, and Hilton."
"Hilton," whispered Blanche. "Oh, Aunt Sarah, I wish Edwin would not bring him here, Arthur will be so angry."
"I cannot see why," said Aileen, hastily, and colouring up to the eyes.
"You are both much too young to receive morning visits from Edwin's brother officers," said Aunt Sarah, "and so I shall tell him; and I can safely undertake to make myself
