"Thee knows the Sheratons and the Cowles have sometimes been friends and sometimes enemies--I would rather we were friends.

And, Jack, Miss Grace is quite thy equal--it any may be the equal of my boy.

And some day thee must be thinking, thee knows--" "I was already thinking, mother," said I gravely; and so, indeed, I was, though perhaps not quite as she imagined.
At least that is how we happened to ride to the Sheratons that afternoon, in our greater carriage, my father and Mr.Orme by the side of my mother, and I alongside on horseback.

In some way the visit seemed to have a formal nature.
Colonel Sheraton met us at his lawn, and as the day was somewhat warm, asked us to be seated in the chairs beneath the oaks.

Here Miss Grace joined us presently, and Orme was presented to her, as well as to Mrs.
Sheraton, tall, dark, and lace-draped, who also joined us in response to Colonel Sheraton's request.