Many, many thanks," and, seizing her hand, he pressed it
to his lips.
"Will you not now allow me to see my fair Henrietta?" he asked.
"Oh, I have been a little flurried, and did forget it was quite dark.
I'll light the lamp in a minute."
Etta's sweet voice was now heard humming a song in the next room. She
had returned from her visit, and as Miss Henrietta succeeded in
lighting the lamp, her bright face peeped in the door, and she said:
"Aunty, Squire Sloughman is coming up the walk."
"Bless her sweet face! There is my Henrietta now!" exclaimed the
visitor, and before the shade was adjusted on the lamp, she was alone.
The handsome stranger was in the next room with--Etta!
A little scream, an exclamation of surprise from Etta, followed by the
deep, manly voice of Mr. Linton, saying:
"Dearest Henrietta, I have your aunt's permission to win you, if I
can."
"Henrietta! Little baby Etta! Sure enough, that was her name, too.
What an idiot she had been!" thought Henrietta, the elder. "Oh! she
hoped she had not exposed her mistake! Maybe he had not understood
her!"
But Squire Sloughman was waiting for some one to admit him, and she
had no more time to think over the recent conversation, or to
determine whether or not Mr.
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