"When he comes over here he follows
Jem about silently like a faithful little dog, looking up at him from
under his black brows. He would do anything for Jem, I verily believe."
"Are Jem and Faith going to make a match of it?"
Mrs. Blythe smiled. It was well known that Miss Cornelia, who had been
such a virulent man-hater at one time, had actually taken to
match-making in her declining years.
"They are only good friends yet, Miss Cornelia."
"Very good friends, believe me," said Miss Cornelia emphatically. "I
hear all about the doings of the young fry."
"I have no doubt that Mary Vance sees that you do, Mrs. Marshall
Elliott," said Susan significantly, "but I think it is a shame to talk
about children making matches."
"Children! Jem is twenty-one and Faith is nineteen," retorted Miss
Cornelia. "You must not forget, Susan, that we old folks are not the
only grown-up people in the world."
Outraged Susan, who detested any reference to her age--not from vanity
but from a haunting dread that people might come to think her too old to
work--returned to her "Notes."
"'Carl Meredith and Shirley Blythe came home last Friday evening from
Queen's Academy. We understand that Carl will be in charge of the school
at Harbour Head next year and we are sure he will be a popular and
successful teacher.'"
"He will teach the children all there is to know about bugs, anyhow,"
said Miss Cornelia.
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