THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"This is Priscilla, everybody. This is Mrs. Crompton, this is The Parson, and this is—Peter."
"Last but not least—Peter," reiterated that gentleman, bowing.
"How do you do?" said Priscilla gravely.
"Mercy, Louise! why didn't you tell us she was a beauty? You've no right to spring it on us like this."
Mrs. Martin smiled down at the girl.
"Priscilla, Mrs. Crompton thinks you're a beauty," she said, in experiment.
"I'm afraid she's making fun of us, mother," the girl answered simply, and turned away.
"Pour yourself some tea, dear, and talk to Peter. But be careful—Peter's very young."
Priscilla obediently took her seat at the table and poured her tea.
"I hope you won't think me too young to be noticed, Miss Martin," said Peter, watching her.
"Are you so very young?" she asked,
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