Margaret glanced at her sister's note and pushed it over the breakfast-table to her aunt.
"But, Margaret dear, I mean we mustn't be unpractical now that we've come to facts.
"I'll go for her other letters," said Margaret. "No, I won't, I'll finish my breakfast.
Archibald, as he had stated to McCay, was engaged to a Miss Milsom--Miss Margaret Milsom.
It is true that Margaret's mother was not, as it were, wrapped up in him.
She did not do this to Margaret, for Margaret, besides being blue-eyed, was also a shade quick-tempered.
Margaret related something to her the next day, which placed this matter in a still clearer light.
"Take care, Margaret. It may be only the hair of some great uncle of HIS."
"Mistress Blythe, may I tell you about lost Margaret?"
She did not know who "lost Margaret" was, but she felt that she was going to hear the romance of Captain Jim's life.
It was, we said, a good world, and I, simpleton,--pretty and dainty as Margaret was,--deemed it would go on forever.
For just when one needs them most of all they seem suddenly to have grown dull and unsympathetic, not a word of comfort, not a charm anywhere in them to make us forget the slow-moving hours; whereas, when Margaret was here--but it is of no use to say any more!