said Maud with comical dignity, as she tried the effect of an old white bonnet, wondering if farmers' wives could wear ostrich feathers when they went to meeting.
"Blessed innocence! Don't you wish you were a child, and dared tell what you want?" murmured Fanny.
"I wish I had seen Will's face when Maud proposed," answered Polly, with a nod which answered her friend's speech better than her words.
"Any news of anybody?" whispered Fan, affecting to examine a sleeve with care.
"Still at the South; don't think late events have been reported yet; that accounts for absence," answered Polly.
"I think Sir Philip was hit harder than was supposed," said Fan.
"I doubt it; but time cures wounds of that sort amazing quick."
"Wish it did!"
"Who is Sir Philip?" demanded Maud, pricking up her ears.
"A famous man who lived in the time of Queen Elizabeth," answered Fan, with a look at Polly.
"Oh!" and Maud seemed satisfied, but the sharp child had her suspicions, nevertheless.
"There will be an immense deal of work in all this fixing over, and I hate to sew," said Fanny, to divert a certain person's thoughts.
"Jenny and I are going to help. We are your debtors, as well as Belle, and demand the privilege of paying up. Blessings, like curses, come home to roost, Fan."
