To Miss Graves,
however, she was all that could be desired, cheerful, even animated, and
full of pleasant conversation. Marjorie kept her Eugene and the new
gentleman busy. She reported on the creek, and presented her faded
bouquet of wild flowers, which Eugene received with all the semblance of
lively satisfaction. She made many enquiries regarding the big girl in
front, and insisted especially on knowing if she was nice. Then she
turned to Mr. Douglas and asked his name.
"My name is Douglas," he answered.
"Oh, I know that, even Timotheus himself knows that. I mean what's your
real name, your very own, the name your mamma calls you?"
"She used to call me James."
"Oh; have you got a brother called John?"
"Yes; how did you know that?"
"Oh, I know. Then your papa's name is Zebedee, and your mamma's is
Salome."
"No, we are not those two James and Johns; they are dead."
"They are the only James and John I know."
"I don't think so. Your uncle, Dr. Carmichael, was called James Douglas,
like me."
"Marjorie's dead papa?"
"Yes; your cousin is a sort of far-away cousin of mine; so you must be
one of my cousins, too.
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