"
"Another product of the system," said Raymond.
"Like the gleeman, whom we see through a picturesque medium," said
Julius; "but who could not have been pleasant to the mediaeval
clergyman. I have hopes of poor Fanny yet. She will drift home one
of these days, and we shall get hold of her."
"What a fellow you are for hoping!" returned Raymond, a little
impatiently.
"Why not?" said Julius.
"Why! I should say--" replied Raymond, setting out to walk home,
where he presided over his friend's breakfast and departure, and
received a little banter over his solicitude for the precious
infant. Cecil was still in bed, and Frank was looking ghastly, and
moved and spoke like one in a dream, Raymond was relieved to hear
him pleading with Susan for to his mother's room much earlier than
usual.
Susan took pity and let him in; when at once he flung himself into a
chair, with his face hidden on the bed, and exclaimed, "Mother, it
is all over with me!"
"My dear boy, what can have happened?"
"Mother, you remember those two red pebbles. Could you believe that
she has sold hers?"
"Are you sure she has? I heard that they had a collection of such
things from the lapidary at Rockpier.
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