Felix on the floor by
Cherry, who delighted in a chance of playing fondling tricks with his
hair and fingers; the twins in Mr. Audley's big chair, where they
could lean against each other; and Lance cross-legged on the hearth-
rug roasting chestnuts, of which a fellow chorister had given him a
pocketful, and feeding every one in turn.
Geraldine gave a sigh to the wish that poor dear Edgar were there.
'He is very happy!' said Alda.
'Oh yes, but I wish he had not missed being here to-morrow. I wonder
when he will come home.'
'I cannot guess; Aunt Mary wants to go down the Rhine next summer
(only she is not quite sure it is not the Rhone), and if so, I
suppose he would join us there.'
'It is a whole year since we have set eyes on him,' said Felix.
'But I believe he writes more to Cherry than anybody, does not he?'
'Oh yes, and sends me lovely photographs to copy. Such a beauty of
himself! Have you seen it?'
'I should think I had! They have set it up in a little gold frame on
the drawing-room table, and everybody stands and says how handsome it
is; and Aunt Mary explains all about him till I am tired of hearing
it.'
'And Clem?'
'Oh, Clem came to luncheon yesterday.
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