CHAPTER VIII

TINY’S ADMIRER.

IGHT opposite to me, in another

   

|| i secluded corner, are my sister and
Oe ’ Mr. Greenway, the former eating

Ste ices ad lib,—the latter with an
untasted soda and sherry before him, fanning
her assiduously.

I can hardly believe my eyes—has Father
seen them, I wonder, and whatever will he
say to them? He must have seen them,
though, I argue to myself, because at present
there are so few people in the tent!

“Will he order them out, or at least Tiny,
or will he—”

“Drink this up, Madge, it will do you
good;” and looking up with a start I see
Father holding a glass of something before me.