carriage. So good-bye, and don't consider it necessary to wait for
sickness among us to call you to Ion."




CHAPTER VII.


Left alone upon the veranda, Harold sat scanning the columns of the
morning paper, when a light step drew near, a pleasant voice said,
"Good-morning," and looking up he found Mrs. Calhoun Conly, with a babe
in her arms, close by his side.

"Oh! good-morning to you, Cousin Mary," he returned, hastily rising and
gallantly handing her to a seat. "I am glad to see you and the little
one looking so well."

"Thank you," she returned merrily, "it would be a pity if we failed to
keep well with so many doctors about. Were you waiting to see Arthur? I
believe he is in the house--probably up in his wife's room--though I
have not seen him since breakfast."

"Yes, he is there, sharing with Marian a call from my mother."

"Ah! that is nice for Marian; she has been wanting to see Cousin Elsie
badly. I want a call from her too, and hope she will not forget me when
through with my sister-in-law."

"Hardly, I think; it is not mother's way to forget anyone; especially so