"Or one of the sons ?" Mary's glance crossed his, at that, with a flash of utter comprehension.
He turned instantly away, but she had begun to laugh again.
"No," she said, "no one except the women, but mamma inquired about the sons thoroughly!" "Mary!" Mrs.Vertrees protested.
"Oh, most adroitly, too!" laughed the girl.

"Only she couldn't help unconsciously turning to look at me--when she did it!" "Mary Vertrees!" "Never mind, mamma! Mrs.Sheridan and Miss Sheridan neither of THEM could help unconsciously turning to look at me--speculatively--at the same time! They all three kept looking at me and talking about the oldest son, Mr.James Sheridan, Junior.

Mrs.Sheridan said his father is very anxious 'to get Jim to marry and settle down,' and she assured me that 'Jim is right cultivated.' Another of the sons, the youngest one, caught me looking in the window this afternoon; but they didn't seem to consider him quite one of themselves, somehow, though Mrs.Sheridan mentioned that a couple of years or so ago he had been 'right sick,' and had been to some cure or other.

They seemed relieved to bring the subject back to 'Jim' and his virtues--and to look at me! The other brother is the middle one, Roscoe; he's the one that owns the new house across the street, where that young black-sheep of the Lamhorns, Robert, goes so often.

I saw a short, dark young man standing on the porch with Robert Lamhorn there the other day, so I suppose that was Roscoe.