together, soon after Sandy was here?"

"Conversation," repeated Arthur. "We have talked, that is, you have
talked, and I have listened, but as to conversation:--"

"But Arthur, don't you remember saying something about Emily, and I did
not agree with you?"

"I have said a great many times, that I thought Emily a very pretty
little creature. If you don't agree, it shows bad taste."

"I quite agree. I think her beautiful. She is not very little,
however. She is nearly as tall as I am."

"What is it, Rose?" asked Graeme, stretching out her hand for the
letter.

"You'll spoil your news, with your long preface," said Will.

"No, but I want Arthur to confess that I am wisest."

"Oh! I can do that, of course, as regards matters in general; but I
should like to hear of this particular case."

"Well, don't you remember saying that you did not think Sandy and Emily
would ever fall in love?"

"I remember no such assertion, on my part. On the contrary, I remember
feeling pretty certain that the mischief was done already, as far as
Sandy was concerned, poor fellow; and I remember saying, much to your
indignation, more's the pity."

"Yes; and I remember you said it would be just like a sentimental little
blue, like Emily, to slight the handsome, hearty young farmer, and marry
some pale-faced Yankee professor."

"You put the case a little strongly, perhaps," said Arthur, laughing.
"But, on the whole, that is the way the matter stood. That was my
opinion, I confess."

"And they are going to be married!" exclaimed Graeme and Will in a
breath. "How glad Janet will be!"

"Emily does not say so, in so many words. It won't be for a long time
yet, they are so young. But I am to be bridesmaid when the time comes."

"Well, if that is not saying it!" said Will laughing. "What would you
have, Rosie?"

Graeme opened and read her letter, and laid it down beside her, looking
a little pale and anxious.

"What is it, Graeme? Nothing wrong, I hope."

"No; I hope not. I don't know, I am sure. Norman says he is going to
be married."

"Married!" cried Rose and Will.

"To Hilda?" said Arthur.

"Yes; but how could you have guessed?" said Graeme, bewildered.

"I did not guess. I saw it. Why it was quite easy to be seen that
events have been tending toward it all these years. It is all very
fine, this brother and sister intercourse; but I have been quite sure
about them since Harry wrote about them."

"Well, N