I was glad to get back to the professor, Sara, but I
_would_ like to have a yacht of my own, and sail all over the world
after specimens for the museum; wouldn't that be fine?"
"Perhaps you may some day; who knows? Stranger things than that have
happened."
It was a very nice-looking trio which turned into Mrs. Macon's gate
after church Thanksgiving Day. The checks Sara received for her articles
were of great assistance in clothing them comfortably for the winter;
and she glanced with almost motherly pride from tall Morton, in his neat
overcoat and derby, to Molly, pretty as a pink, with her flying curls
and scarlet cheeks, in a dark blue serge trimmed with fur.
She forgot herself, but no one else would have done so; for the slender
figure in black, with a close-fitting jacket and trig little hat, was so
symmetrical, while the face above had such a charm, both of feature and
expression, that few could pass her by unnoted.
Mrs. Macon welcomed them with gay cordiality.
"Dear me! How sweet you do look, Sara!" giving her a motherly kiss. "But
you'll have to look out for this young lady or she'll eclipse you yet!"
pinching Molly's dimpled cheek. "How the child is shooting up! I've a
surprise for you, Sara. I hope it will be a happy one.
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