and tapped the girl's shoulder to accentuate
the importance of the information.

Lucy cut her eye in a roguish way and twisted
her pretty head around until she could look into
Jane's eyes.

"Who do you think he's coming to see, sister?"

"Why, you, you little goose. They're all coming
--Uncle Ephraim has sent over every day to find out
when you would be home, and Bart Holt was here
early this morning, and will be back to-night."

"What does Bart Holt look like?"--she had
stopped in her walk to pluck a spray of lilac blossoms.
"I haven't seen him for years; I hear he's
another one of your beaux," she added, tucking the
flowers into Jane's belt. "There, sister, that's just
your color; that's what that gray dress needs. Tell
me, what's Bart like?"

"A little like Captain Nat, his father," answered
Jane, ignoring Lucy's last inference, "not so stout
and--"

"What's he doing?"

"Nothin', darlin', that's any good," broke in
Martha from behind the two. "He's sailin' a boat