HE IS NOT OF MY KIND
"Well, I would not, if you put it in that way," said Maimie, petulantly, "and you wouldn't either!"
"I would ask him to meet every Maitland of them if I could," said Kate, "and it wouldn't hurt them either."
"Oh, you are so peculiar," said Maimie, with a sigh of pity.
"Am I," said Kate; "ask Harry," she continued, as that young man came into the room.
"No, you needn't mind," said Maimie; "I know ell he will just side with you. He always does."
"How very amiable of me," said Harry; "but what's the particular issue?"
"Ranald," said Kate.
"Then I agree at once. Besides, he is coming to supper next Sunday evening!"
"Oh, Harry," exclaimed Maimie, in dismay, "on Sunday evening?"
"He can't get off any other night; works all night, I believe, and would work all Sunday, too, if his principles didn't mercifully interfere. He will be boss of the concern before summer is over."
"Oh, Harry," said Maimie, in distress, "and I asked Lieutenant De Lacy and his friend, Mr. Sims, for Sunday evening—"
"Sims," cried Harry; "little cad!"
"I'm sure he's very nice," said Maimie, "and his family—"
"Oh, hold up; don't get on to your ancestor worship," cried Harry, impatiently. "Anyway, Ranald's coming up Sunday evening."
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