Linceford."
"_Me voici_!" And a third came up suddenly, laying a hand upon each of
the Haddens from behind.
"You, Sin Saxon! How many more?"
"We're coming, Father Abraham! All of us, nearly, three hundred thousand
more--or less; half the Routh girls, with Madam to the fore!"
"And we've got all the farther end of the wing downstairs,--the garden
bedrooms; you've no idea how scrumptious it is! You must come over after
tea, and see."
"Not all, Mattie; you forget the solitary spinster."
"No, I don't; who ever does? But can't you ignore her for once?"
"Or let a fellow speak in the spirit of prophecy?" said Sin Saxon.
"We're sure to get the better of Graywacke, and why not anticipate?"
"Graywacke?" said Jeannie Hadden. "Is that a name? It sounds like the
side of a mountain."
"And acts like one," rejoined Sin Saxon. "Won't budge. But it isn't her
name, exactly, only Saxon for Craydocke; suggestive of obstinacy and the
Old Silurian,--an ancient maiden who infests our half the wing. We've
got all the rooms but hers, and we're bound to get her out.
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