Fanny looked at Andrew.

"Who did come home with you ?" she asked, in a foolish, fond voice.
"Mr.Robert Lloyd.

He was sitting on the piazza when I got there.

I told Miss Lennox I had just as soon come on the cars alone, but she wouldn't let me, and then he said it would be pleasant to walk, and--" "Oh, you needn't make so many excuses," said Fanny, laughing.
Ellen colored until her face was a blaze of roses, she blinked harder, and turned her head away impatiently.
"I am not making excuses," said she, as if her modesty were offended.

"I wish you wouldn't talk so, mother.