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"You seem very philosophic for so young a lady."
"I am not young," said Katherine, sadly; "I am years older than Lady
Alice."
"How many--one or two?" asked Errington, in his kind, fatherly, somewhat
superior tone, which rather irritated her.
"The years I mean are not to be measured by the ordinary standard; even
_you_ must know that some years last longer--no, that is not the
expression--press heavier than others."
"Even I? Do you think I am specially matter-of-fact?"
"I have no right to think you anything, for I do not know you; but you
give me that impression."
"I dare say I am; nor do I see why I should object to be so considered."
Here Cecil, who got tired of a conversation from which he could gather
nothing, put in his oar: "Are you Mr. Errington?"
"I am. How do you know my name?"
"I saw you going out with the Colonel to the meet--oh, a long while ago!
And Miss Richards and nurse were talking about you."
"They said you had a real St. Bernard dog--one that gets the people out
of the snow," cried Charlie. "Will you let him come here? I want to see
him."
"_You_ had better come and pay him a visit."
"Oh yes, thank you!" exclaimed Cis. "Auntie will take us, perhaps.
Auntie will take us to the sea-side, and then we shall bathe, and go in
boats, and learn to row.
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