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And Fanny amiable Fanny knowing all about it, smiles; and Miss Lavinia, staidest of her sex, suspecting something of it, looks grave and dignified, but does not frown; and Verty, with perfect forgetfulness of the presence of these persons, and much carelessness in regard to their opinions, gazes upon Redbud with his dreamy smile, and talks to her.
The words he wrote there thus unconsciously, were some which he had heard Redbud utter with her soft, kind voice, which dwelt in his memory. "Trust in God." This Verty wrote, scarcely knowing he did so; then he threw down the pen, and reclining in the old lawyer's study chair, fell into one of those Indian reveries which the dreamy forests seem to have taught the red men.
"You may do it gradually; make your demeanor toward him calmer at every interview if he must come do not have so many confidential conversations never call him 'Verty'" "Oh, ma'am!" said Redbud, "but I can't call him Mr. Verty." "Don't call him anything," said the astute enemy of the male sex, "and gradually add 'sir' to the end of your observations.
"Yes, I do! you need'nt look so incredulous I believe she would flirt with either of them, and make love to them; which," added the philosophic Fanny, "is only another phrase for the same thing." Redbud remained for a moment confused, and avoiding Fanny's glance.
They must come again without waiting for her to return their visit says Redbud smiling and the happy laughter which replies to her, makes Apple Orchard chuckle through its farthest chambers, and the portraits on the wall bright now in vagrant gleams of crimson sundown utter a low, well-bred cachinnation, such as is befitting in the solemn, dignified old cavaliers and ladies, looking from their laces, and hair-powder, and stiff ruffs, upon their little grandchild.
Redbud smiled at Miss Fanny's consistency, and was about to reply, when the bell for prayers rang. The two young girls rose, and smoothing their hair slowly, descended, arm in arm, and still conversing, to the dining-room, where old Scowley, as Verty called her, and Miss Sallianna, awaited them, in state, with their scholars.
"I mean," Redbud went on, with a slight color in her cheek, "I mean, to amuse himself with compliments and pretty speeches if Miss Sallianna thinks he is, she is mistaken." "Odious old thing! to be flirting with all the young men who come to see us!" said Fanny. "No, no," Redbud went on, "I think you are mistaken. But as you have mentioned Verty, please promise me one thing, Fanny."
Then Redbud was somewhere in the neighborhood of the town she had not gone far out into the wide, unknown world this pigeon might direct him; Verty found a thousand thoughts rushing through his mind, like so many deer in a herd, jostling each other, and entangling their horns.
"That is not right," he replied; "Redbud says it is wrong to be angry " "Redbud!" "Yes, sir." "Consign Miss Redbud !" "Oh, no!" said Verty, "don't do that." "I have a right to be angry," continued Roundjacket, flourishing his ruler; "it would be out of the question for me to be anything else." "How, sir?" "Do you see that?"
"What is faith?" he said, looking carelessly at the girl. "I don't know that I can define it better than belief and trust in God," said Redbud. These were the words which Verty had written on the paper. The glance of the lawyer fell upon the young man's face, and from it passed to the innocent countenance of Redbud. She had evidently uttered the words without the least thought of the similarity.
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