I suppose
those wretched marbles did it this morning. Couldn't you possibly come?"
"No," replied Mae, rising on her elbow, "but sit down a moment, Eric."
"How pretty you look," said her brother, seating himself by her side.
Mae's hair was tumbled in brown waves that looked as if they couldn't
quite make up their minds to curl, much as they wanted to; her eyes
shone strangely; and the little scarlet shawl that she had drawn over
her head and shoulders was no brighter than her flushed cheeks. She
smiled at her brother, but said hurriedly; "Tell me of your plans for
to-night. I suppose you and Mr. Mann are going with your new friends."
"Yes, Norman will go with me and the girls, but he does it with a bad
enough grace. He's dreadfully tired of Miss Rae; and, to tell you the
truth, Mae, she is rather namby-pamby--very different from Miss Hopkins,
and then, besides, he had so set his heart on going with you to-night."
"O, yes," said Mae, scornfully, and bit her lips.
"Why, Mae, what is the matter with you? You seem to doubt every one
and everything.
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