He
never had written to her, and as her father always brought home
the very infrequent letters that came to the family, Mark knew
that any sentimental correspondence would be fraught with danger.
No, everything was probably just as it should be, and yet,--well,
Patty had expected during the last three weeks that something
would happen to break up the monotony of her former existence.
She hardly knew what it would be, but the kiss dropped so lightly
on her cheek by Mark Wilson still burned in remembrance, and made
her sure that it would have a sequel, or an explanation.
Mark's sister Ellen and Phil Perry were in the midst of some form
of lover's quarrel, and during its progress Phil was paying
considerable attention to Patty at Sabbath School and
prayer-meeting, occasions, it must be confessed, only provocative
of very indirect and long-distance advances. Cephas Cole, to the
amazement of every one but his (constitutionally) exasperated
mother, was "toning down" the ell of the family mansion,
mitigating the lively yellow, and putting another fresh coat of
paint on it, for no conceivable reason save that of pleasing the
eye of a certain capricious, ungrateful young hussy, who would
probably say, when her verdict was asked, that she didn't see any
particular difference in it, one way or another.
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