the remark that they had made an unpardonably long call, arose to go.
"But you must certainly come again," Nattie said, cordially, already feeling her to be an old friend.
"Indeed I shall," she answered, in the genial way peculiar to her. "You have a double attraction here, you know. Can I say good-by to 'C?'"
"I fear not, as the wire is busy," replied Nattie. "But I will say it for you as soon as possible."
"Yes, tell him, please, that I will see him—I mean, hear the clatter he makes—again soon. You, I shall see at the hotel, I hope, now we have met."
"Oh, yes!" Nattie replied. "I am very much indebted to Quimby for making us acquainted."
"Oh! really now, do you mean it?" exclaimed Quimby, with sudden delight. "I am so glad I've done something right at last, you know! Always doing something wrong, you know!" then hugging his hat to his breast, and speaking in a confidential whisper, he added, to the great amusement of the two girls, "I have a presentiment—a horrible presentiment—I'm always making mistakes, you see. I'm used to it, but I couldn't get used to that, you know—that some day I shall marry the wrong woman!"
So saying, and with a last glance of implacable
