cheeks that vied with the roses on the breakfast table
"And this, Mr. Watson, is our daughter Cornelia," said Mr. De Vere, laying his hand on her shoulder.
Like Jack, Cornelia was instantly won. All she saw was those same honest blue eyes and though his grip made her knuckle-bones ache, she bore it without flinching. His admiring glance made her cheeks rosier than ever.
"Now that you have seen us all, I am aware of an uneasy sensation in that region of my anatomy known as the stomach, and Margaret's coffee smells mighty good. Shall we sample it?" said Jack, and without more ceremony they sat down to breakfast.
Contrary to her usual custom, Cornelia remained silent. She glanced uneasily towards the door and finally, unable longer to keep quiet, said, "I wonder what keeps Hernando?"
"Sure enough where is he? How thoughtless we are!" Mrs. De Vere answered, rising
