“If you’re interested in antiquities—” began Aunt Hatt, but got no further on this subject, for at that moment there was a certain amount of confusion in the hall outside, and Guffy’s voice was heard distinctly.
“Really, it’s quite all right,” he was saying. “A bit of a scratch—nothing else.”
At the same time the kitchen door was opened and a girl who could quite clearly be no one else but Mary, Amanda’s elder sister, appeared with Guffy in tow, while a boy about sixteen followed them.
Mary Fitton had Amanda’s hair, Amanda’s eyes, but not Amanda’s pep. In exchange, Nature had endowed her with a grace all her own and an attractive, but serious, expression.
The boy resembled his sisters as far as the hair was concerned, but already he had developed a certain pugnacity of expression.
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