CHAPTER III


RESULTING IN A BETROTHAL AND A TEMPEST


At the breakfast table next morning Julia’s pale face was noticed and
commented upon.

"She had a violent toothache last night, which kept her awake," said
Fanny.

"Now I think of it," said Mr. Middleton, "I wonder, Tempest, how you can
have the toothache, for you are always bragging about your handsome,
healthy teeth, and say you hain’t a rotten fang in your head."

Julia colored, for what her father said was true, neither did she remember
of ever having had the toothache in her life; but quickly recovering
herself, she said, "Neither have I a decayed tooth. It was more of a
faceache, I suppose, than the genuine toothache."

"Probably you have taken some cold," said Mr. Wilmot.

"I think quite likely I have," retorted Julia, and so the toothache matter
was dismissed for the time. Mr. Miller, however, thought he could see in