What do you think of that?"
"I think it's nice to have a growed-up man cousin. I'll call you Jim."
"Marjorie!" said a reproving voice from the front seat; "you must not
talk to Mr. Douglas in that pert way."
"If my cousin lets me call him Jim, it's none of your business, cousin
Marjorie. You will let me, won't you, cousin Jim?"
"To be sure, if Miss Carmichael will allow me."
"I don't think it's fair to let her boss the whole show."
Mr. Douglas laughed loud and long over this expression, so novel to his
British ears.
"Where did you learn that, Marjorie?" asked Coristine.
"Oh, from Guff; there's heaps of fun in Guff."
Her companions occasionally took advantage of silent intervals to
discuss the scenery, and the Canadian lawyer pointed out spots,
memorable in the great pedestrian tour, to his Scottish compeer. Miss
Carmichael never turned, nor did she give Miss Graves a chance to do so;
but the Squire managed to sit sideways, without at all incommoding the
ladies, and, keeping one eye on his horses, at the same time engaged in
conversation with Marjorie's captives.
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