"It is kind of you to come," she said. "Grandmother will be glad to see
you."
Maurice tried hard to look unconscious, but he could not help
questioning her with his eyes. She flushed under his eager regard, and
drew back a little.
"I am very glad of the chance to see--Mrs. Morison," he answered.
Bee flushed more deeply yet. Then she turned mischievously to Mrs.
Morison.
"Grandmother," she said, "it seems that Mr. Wynne came to see you and
not me."
The old lady greeted him kindly.
"I am glad to see you looking so well, Mr. Wynne," she said. "I hope
that your arm does not trouble you at all."
"Not at all. I was too well taken care of at Brookfield."
Mrs. Staggchase laughed, spreading out her hands.
"There," said she gayly, "you see! He has only been in my hands a few
weeks, but I call that a very pretty speech."
"He probably has a natural gift for pleasing speeches," Berenice
remarked meaningly.
Maurice crimsoned, but his education had not proceeded far enough for
him to have any reply.
"Well, take him away, Bee, and give him tea or gossip. I want to talk
to your grandmother about old friends, and you young people won't
understand.
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