Verty and Redbud sitting quietly, at the distance of some paces, under
the oaks, looked on, laughing and talking.
"How bright Fanny is," said Redbud, laughing--"Look! I think she is
lovely; and then she is as good as she can be."
"I like her," said Verty, tenderly, "because she likes you, Redbud. I
like Ralph, too--don't you?"
"Oh, yes--I think he is very pleasant and agreeable; he has just come
from college, and Fanny says, has greatly improved--though," whispered
Redbud, bending toward Verty, and smiling, "she says, when he is
present, that he has _not_ improved; just the opposite."
Verty sighed.
The delicate little face of Redbud was turned toward him inquiringly.
"Verty, you sighed," she said.
"Did I?" said Verty.
"Yes."
Verty sighed again.
"Tell me what troubles you," said Redbud, softly.
"Nothing--nothing," replied Verty; "I was only thinking about college,
you know."
"About college?"
"Yes."
And Verty repeated the sigh.
"Tell me your thoughts," said Redbud, earnestly.
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