Go with
the young gentleman, Miss Patty." And with an air of having
accomplished her duty successfully, Susan picked up her knitting.
Patty's twitching lips and flushed cheeks made quick-witted Jack
Pennington suspect a joke somewhere, but he gravely offered his
arm, and as they reached the broad veranda and walked toward a
moonlighted corner of it, he said, "Interesting lady, that new
aunt of Mona's, isn't she?"
"Very," said Patty, trying not to laugh.
"I always like that foreign accent," went on Jack; "is it,--er--
French?"
"Well, no," opined Patty. "I don't think Mrs. Hastings IS French."
"Ah, German, then, perhaps. I've heard that particular accent
before, but I can't just place it."
"I think it's sort of,--of Scotch, don't you?"
"Faith, an' I don't, thin! I'm afther thinkin' she's a daughter av
ould Ireland, arrah."
Jack's imitation of Susan's brogue was so funny that Patty laughed
outright.
"Perhaps the lady IS Irish," she said; "but she looks charming,
and so well-dressed."
"That's so. She IS much better dressed than when I saw her last."
"Saw her last! What do you mean?"
"Well, of course I MAY be mistaken, but do you know, she looks
like a--like a lady I saw once in the kitchen garden at 'The
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