"
"Why, certainly, Mr. Barker. Any time. Some evening?" she suggested.
"Should you mind it if I came to-morrow night?" he asked; and he
thought it right to remind her, "it's Sunday night."
"Oh, not at all! To-morrow night, by all means! We shall both be at
home, and very glad to see you." She hurried after Miss Carver,
loitering on her way to their table, and Lemuel saw them put their
heads together, as if they were whispering. He knew they were
whispering about him, but they did not laugh; probably they kept
themselves from laughing. In coming out from breakfast, Miss Swan
said, "I hope your friend isn't _very_ critical, Mr. Barker?"
and he answered confusedly, "Oh, not at all, thank you." But he said
to himself that he did not care whether she was trying to make fun
of him or not, he knew what he had made up his mind to do.
Statira did not seem to care much about going to see the pictures,
when he proposed it to her the next evening. She asked why he had
been keeping it such a great secret, and he could not pretend, as he
had once thought he could, that he was keeping it as a surprise for
her. "Should _you_ like to see 'em, 'Manda?" she asked, with
languid indifference.
"I d' know as I care much about Lem's picture, s'long's we've got
_him_ around," 'Manda Grier whipped out, "but I _should_ like t' see
those celebrated girls 't we've heard s' much about.
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