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She was manifestly relieved by her confession, and when Miss Morris came in to send Betty back to her own room, Libbie curled down contentedly for a restful night. Not so poor Betty. She turned and tossed, wondering how she could get more money for her chum without arousing suspicion. "What ever made her do a thing like that!" she groaned. "Of all the wild ideas!
Libbie collapsed on the floor, and Esther leaned against the bureau, laughing till she cried. "They say the bridegroom isn't important at a wedding, but I never heard of ignoring him altogether," gasped Bobby, and then they were off again. They made so much noise that Mrs.
The words were not unkindly spoken and Jack joined in the general laugh. Nothing mattered to him now. Oblivious to the spectators, he was bending down over the woman he loved and murmuring: "I love you, Sarah Libbie. I've always loved you." The little old inventor watched the radiant pair a moment then motioned to the villagers to slip away.
Libbie good-naturedly began her counting, and Betty looked about for a good place to hide. The attic was long and wide and a splendid place to play. It was rather too well lighted for hide-and-seek, but the trunks and boxes arranged neatly around the walls offered a fair chance to escape detection.
"I have that much. But, of course, he'll keep demanding more. I do hope, Libbie, that if you ever get out of this mess, you'll be cured of some of your crazy notions!" "Oh, I will," promised Libbie earnestly. "I will be good, Betty. Only don't tell Bobby."
But these were all prize birds; and, on inquiry, Libbie heard, with some little sinking at heart, that their price ran from one to two guineas. "I'm not over-particular as to shape and colour," said she, "I should like a good singer, that's all!" She dropped a little in Emanuel's estimation. However, he showed her his good singers, but all were above Libbie's means.
The twins uttered a concerted shout and almost rolled out of their saddles into which they had again mounted after assisting the girls, Betty being astride Bob's horse. "Speckled like a zebra is good!" Bobby Littell said laughingly to her plump cousin. "I suppose you think a barber's pole is speckled, Libbie?"
"After all, I don't think I care so much about the singing very loud; it's but a noise after all, and sometimes noise fidgets folks." "They must be nesh folks as is put out with the singing o' birds," replied Emanuel, rather affronted. "It's for one who is poorly," said Libbie, deprecatingly.
Wait a minute and I'll read you that part " Betty took a letter from the pocket of her blouse. "Listen "Aunt Elizabeth has written mother that she hopes I will keep an eye on Libbie. Now Betty, can you honestly see me trailing around after that girl who sees a romance in every bush and book and who cries when any one plays violin music?
"I can never forget the gorgeous entertainment at this old house when we were first home from school. Such flowers! Such music! Such a supper! And, oh, the lovely gowns! I declare, Maggie, you were a beauty that night, and Libbie never looked prettier. It seems a crying shame!" "Not converted yet?" playfully asked the other, though the quick tears sprang to her eyes at the sudden stab of memory.
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