A GOOD TRUE FRIEND
"Well, old Thorp was mighty glad to get him; I can tell you that. The old sinner!"
"He's just a dear!" cried Kate. "Yes, he was glad to get Ranald. What a splendid position he gave him."
"Oh, yes, I know, he adores you like all the rest, and so you think him a dear."
But this Kate ignored for the team were speeding along at an alarming pace. With amazing skill and dash she threaded her way through the crowded streets with almost no checking of her speed.
"Do be careful," cried Harry, as the wheels of their carriage skimmed the noses of the car-horses. "I am quite sure my aunt will not be able to recognize me."
"And why not?"
"Because I shall be gray-haired by the time I reach the station."
"There's the train I do believe," cried Kate, flourishing her whip over her horses' backs. "We must not be late."
"If we ever get there alive," said Harry.
"Here we are sure enough."
"Shall I go to the train?"
"No, indeed," cried Kate. "Do you think I am going to allow any one to meet my Aunt Murray but myself? I shall go; you hold the horses."
"I am afraid, really," cried Harry, pretending terror.
"Oh, I fancy you will do," cried Kate, smiling sweetly, as she ran off to meet the incoming train.
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