sister."

Jerome bobbed his head, half with defiant dignity, half in utter
shyness and confusion at the sight of this fine, genteel lady and her
wonderful tea equipage. But Miss Camilla, having welcomed her brother
with gentle warmth, greeted this little poor Jerome with as sweet a
courtesy as if he had been the Governor, and bade Lucina run to the
house and ask 'Liza to fetch two more cups and saucers and two
plates, and motioned both her guests to be seated on the arbor bench.

Squire Eben laughed, and glanced at his great mud-splashed boots, his
buckskin, his fishing-tackle, and a fine string of spotted trout
which he bore. "A pretty knight for a lady's bower I am!" said he.

"A lady never judges a knight by his outward guise," returned
Camilla, with soft pleasantry. She adored her brother.

Eben laughed, deposited his fish and tackle on the bench near the
door, and flung himself down opposite them, at a respectful distance
from his sister's silken flounces, with a sigh of comfort. "I have
had a hard tramp, and would like a cup of your tea," he admitted.
"I've been lucky, though. 'Twas a fine day for trout, though I would
not have thought it. I will leave you some for your breakfast,
sister; have 'Liza fry them brown in Indian meal."

Then, following Miss Camilla's remonstrating glance, he saw little
Jerome Edwards standing in the arbor door, through which his entrance
was blocked by the Squire's great legs and his fishing-tackle, with
the air of an insulted ambassador who is half minded to return to his
own country.