AIKENSIDE



bays dashing down the street, the colored driver
reining them suddenly, not before the office door,
but just in front of the white cottage in the same
yard, the house where Dr. Holbrook boarded,
and( where, if he ever married in Devonshire, he
would most likely bring his wife.
    Guy Remington, the very chap of all others
whom I'd rather see, and, as I live, there's Agnes,
with Jessie. Who knew she was in these parts
was the doctor's mental exclamation, as, running
his fingers through his hair and making a feint
of pulling up the corners of his rather limp collar,
hie hurried out to the carriage, from which a
lashing-looking lady of thirty, or thereabouts,
was alighting.
  " Why, Agnes. I beg your pardon, -Mrs. Rem-
ington, when did you comle" he asked, offering
his hand to the lady, who, coquettishly shaking
back from her pretty, dollish face a profusion of
light brown curls, gave him the tips of her
lavender kids, while she told him she had come
to Aikenside the Saturday before; and hearing
from Guy that the lady with whom he boarded
was an old friend of hers, she had driven over to
call, and brought Jessie wnith her. " Here, Jessie,
speak to the doctor. He was poor dear papa's
friend," and a very proper sigh escaped Agnes
Remington's lips as she pushed a little curly-
haired girl toward Dr. Holbrook.
  The lady of the house had spied them by this



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