"Yes--yes, my dear," said Dr. Peewee; "hate the boys? Yes; we must hate the boys."
Hope Wayne looked at the two old gentlemen, and answered,
"I don't think you need have warned me, grandfather; I'm not so apt to fall in love with boys."
"No, no, Hope; I know. Ever since you have lived with me--how long is it, my dear, since your mother died?"
"I don't know, grandfather; I never saw her," replied Hope, gravely.
"Yes, yes; well, ever since then you have been a good, quiet little girl with grandpapa. Here, Cossy, come and give grandpa a kiss. And mind the boys! No speaking, no looking--we are never to know them. You understand? Now go, dear."
As she closed the door, Dr. Peewee also rose to take leave.
"Doctor," said Mr. Burt, as the other pushed back his chair, "it is a very warm day. Let me advise you to guard against any sudden debility or effect of the heat by a little cordial."
As he spoke he led the way into the dining-room, and fumbled slowly over a bunch of keys which he dre