The next day, as she sat with her favorite in the cool library, Molly
being away on an errand, she asked, apropos of nothing,--
"Who is that Mr. Garth, Sara?"
The young girl smiled.
"Just what you see, Miss Prue; a college student, and seemingly a fine
young man."
"But where does he live?"
"I believe in Trenton."
"Know anything about his family?"
"No, except that there are not many of them, I believe. At any rate, he
has no parents. He's helping himself through college partly, though I
understand he has a small property; that's why he works in the
laboratory."
"H'm," Miss Prue bent towards the light to pick up a dropped stitch in
her knitting. "He looks like a fine fellow; does he come here often?"
"Yes, rather," Sara answered carelessly, just then engaged in digging
about the roots of a palm in the window with one of her hairpins; "he
likes to sing with Molly."
Miss Prue did not answer, except by an expressive little grunt, and
then, apparently, changed the subject.
"Do you ever hear from Cousin Jane nowadays?" ("Cousin Jane" was Mrs.
Norris, Jasper's mother.)
"I haven't lately. She did write me a few times, and I answered; but the
last letter came in cold weather,--I should say, before February.
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