anchor in a bay which in its translucent blue was like an enormous sapphire.
Mrs. Page and her daughter were included in these parties more than once; but there was something in Mrs. Ashe's cool appropriation of her brother which was infinitely vexatious to Lilly, who before her arrival had rather looked upon Lieutenant Worthington as her own especial property.
"I wish that Mrs. Ashe had stayed at home," she told her mother. "She quite spoils everything. Mr. Worthington is n't half so nice as he was before she came. I do believe she has a plan for making him fall in love with Katy; but there she makes a Miss of it, for he does n't seem to care anything about her."
"Katy is a nice girl enough," pronounced her mother, "but not of the sort to attract a gay young man, I should fancy. I don't believe she is thinking of any such thing. You need n't be afraid, Lilly."
"I'm not afraid," said Lilly, with a pout; "only it's so provoking."
