Yes, I remember that time.

I was going to a little party and crossing a meadow to shorten the walk, and Squire Percival had been out with his gun, and he laid it down and ran to help me over the stile.

A handsome young fellow he was then as ever stepped in shoe leather." "And he must have loved you dearly.

He would sit hour after hour telling Ruth and me how bright you were, and how all the young beaux around Monk-Rawdon adored you." "Nonsense! Nonsense! I had beaux to be sure.

What pretty girl hasn't ?" "And he said his brother Edward won you because he was most worthy of your love." "Well, now, I chose Edward Rawdon because he was willing to come to America.