"Oh! look Miss Prue. Aren't they becoming?" "Exceedingly," said that
lady, looking around with a critical air: "coral always becomes such a
complexion and hair. I've always intended those for Jasper's wife."
Her accent and tone were so peculiar as she said this that even Molly
noticed it.
"Jap's wife?" she cried gayly. "There's your chance, Sara. Why don't you
set your cap for him, and the corals?"
"Molly!"
Sara drew back her head sharply, and thrust the jewels from her, but her
face crimsoned as she did so; and though Molly dared say nothing
further, her eyes danced with teasing merriment, while Miss Prue,
pretending not to notice at all, took in every detail.
"Either she likes him so much she can't bear to have the subject made
light of, or else the whole thing is distasteful to her; I wish I knew
which it is," was her thought as she bustled about, apparently intent
only on getting as many garments as possible into a given space.
She ruminated all the way home next day, making up her mind that she
would not be quite happy now until this affair was arranged, and
resolved that if Jasper happened to be at home when she reached there,
she would have a word to say to him.
Meanwhile, Sara's tranquillity, having been invaded by this new idea,
was effectually destroyed.
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