Little Cousins. a3

 

to me at first, and hardly seemed
to know what to make of me.
Harry was a little too patronizing,
called me “a mite of a thing,” and
played tricks upon me in a gentle
way.’ But then he was not often
with us. He had not been a night
in the house before he had quite
determined to be a sailor like
Uncle Hugh, so it followed, as a
matter of course, that he must be
always with him.

Force of habit, however, made
him confide all his plans and
thoughts to Lottie, so that our
private talks in the shrubbery were
often interrupted by his merry voice.