Miss Erroll looked absently at her: "Tell who what?"
"Uncle Philip--that you're going to marry him when you're old enough."
"Yes--when I'm old enough--I'll tell him, Drina."
"Oh, no; I mean you'll marry him when you're old enough, but you'd
better tell him right away."
"I see; I'd better speak immediately. Thank you, dear, for suggesting
it."
"You're quite welcome," said the child seriously; "and I hope you'll be
as happy as I am."
"I hope so," said Eileen as the pony-cart drew up by the veranda and a
groom took the pony's head.
Luncheon being the children's hour, Miss Erroll's silence remained
unnoticed in the jolly uproar; besides, Gerald and Boots were discussing
the huge house-party, lantern fete, and dance which the Orchils were
giving that night for the younger sets; and Selwyn, too, seemed to take
unusual interest in the discussion, though Eileen's part in the
conference was limited to an occasional nod or monosyllable.
Drina was wild to go and furious at not having been asked, but when
Boots offered to stay home, she resolutely refused to accept the
sacrifice.
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