"I don't care who it is. I sha'n't like him," said Madeline. "Poor
George! and here we are forgetting all about him this beautiful day!"

"What's the new clerk's name?" said Laura, impatiently.

"Harrison Cordis."

"What?"

"Harrison Cordis."

"Rather an odd name," said Laura. "I never heard it."

"No," said Will; "he comes all the way from Boston."

"Is he handsome?" inquired Laura.

"I really don't know," replied Will. "I presume Parker failed to make
that a condition, although really he ought to, for the looks of the clerk
is the principal element in the sale of soda-water, seeing girls are the
only ones who drink it."

"Of course it is," said Laura, frankly. "I didn't drink any all last
summer, because poor George's sad face took away my disposition. Never
mind," she added, "we shall all have a chance to see how he looks at
church to-morrow;" and with that the two girls went off together to help
set the table for lunch.

The picnickers did not row home till sunset, but Henry found no