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Smith, Francis Hopkinson, 1838-1915

"Peter: a novel of which he is not the hero"

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A smile overspread Miss Felicia's face. "Uncle Peter, is it? And I
suppose you will be calling me Aunt Felicia next?"
Jack turned his eyes: "That was just what I was trying to screw up
my courage to do. Please let me, won't you?" Again Miss Felicia
lifted her eyebrows, but she did not say she would.
"And Ruth--what do you intend to call that young lady? Of course,
without her permission, as that seems to be the fashion." And the
old lady's eyes danced in restrained merriment.
The sufferer's face became suddenly grave; for an instant he did
not answer, then he said slowly:
"But what can I call her except Miss Ruth?"
Miss Felicia laughed. Nothing was so delicious as a love affair
which she could see into. This boy's heart was an open book.
Besides, this kind of talk would take his mind from his miseries.
"Oh, but I am not so sure of that," she rejoined, in an
encouraging tone.
A light broke out in Jack's eyes: "You mean that she WOULD let me
call her--call her Ruth?"
"I don't mean anything of the kind, you foolish fellow.


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