"Yes, and Miss MacFarlane best of all; she is so--so--" the boy
faltered--"so sincere, and just the kind of girl you would trust
with anything. Why, I told her all about myself before I'd known
her half an hour."
"Yes, she was greatly pleased." The match-making instinct was
always uppermost in Miss Felicia's moves, and then, again, this
young man had possibilities, his uncle being rich and he being his
only nephew.
"Oh, then she told you!" The boy's heart gave a great leap.
Perhaps, after all, Ruth had not heard--at all events she did not
despise him.
"No, I told her myself. The only thing that seemed to worry Ruth
was that you had not told her enough. If I remember right, she
said you were very shy."
"And she did not say anything about--" Jack stopped. He had not
intended to put the question quite in this way, although he was
still in doubt. Give this keen-eyed, white-haired old lady but an
inkling of what was uppermost in his mind and he knew she would
have its every detail.
"About what?" Here Miss Felicia's eyes were suddenly diverted, and
became fastened on the short figure of Mr.
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