"It's very good of you to stand up with me," said the boy simply. "It's
awful slow, not knowing anybody."
"Are you here alone?" asked Leslie.
"Yes; there was nobody to come with me. Oliver--my brother--will come
by and by, and perhaps my uncle and the rest of them, to meet me where
I'm to be, down among the mountains. We're all broken up this summer,
and I'm to take care of myself."
"Then you don't stay here?"
"No; I only came this way to see what it was like. I've got a jolly
place engaged for me, at Outledge."
"Outledge? Why, we are going there!"
"Are you? That's--jolly!" repeated the boy, pausing a second for a
fresher or politer word, but unable to supply a synonym.
"I'm glad you think so," answered Leslie, with her genuine smile again.
The two had already made up their minds to be friends. In fact, Master
Thayne would hardly have acquiesced in being led up for introduction to
any other young girl in the room. There had been something in Leslie
Goldthwaite's face that had looked kind and sisterly to him. He had no
fear of a snub with her; and these things Mr.
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