Dr. Grey is probably
aware of it all?"
"Which may be the reason I am never invited to the Lodge," laughed
the young man, so pleasantly that one would hardly have paused to
consider what he laughed at or what it implied. "By-the-by, I hear they
had such a pleasant gathering there last night--a musical evening, where
every body sang a great deal, and Mrs. Grey only once, but then, of
course, divinely. I should like to hear her again. But look, there are
the children. Shall I take the liberty of unfastening for them the latch
of your garden gate?"
He sprang out of the low window, and came back heading the small
battalion of visitors--Phillis, Arthur, Letitia, and Oliver. But Mrs. Grey
was not there. She had come half way, and returned home alone.
"Well, I must say that is very odd, considering I invited her to spend the
day, and, I think, rather disrespectful of me--to us both, Maria."
"She might have been tired after the party last night," put in Aunt
Maria.
"No, she wasn't tired, for she never told me so." said Arthur. "She told
me to say--not you, Phillis, mother always trusts me with her messages--
that she had gone back on account of papa's wanting her, and that if he
came to fetch us, she would come here with him in the evening.
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