ing her arm round Picotee's waist, who had never
lifted her eyes from the carpet, she drew the slight girl forward,
and whispered quickly to him--'Kiss her, too. She is my sister, and
I am yours.'
It seemed all right and natural to their respective moods and the
tone of the moment that free old Wes###### manners should prevail, and
Christopher stooped and dropped upon Picotee's cheek likewise such a
farewell kiss as he had imprinted upon Ethelberta's.
'Care for us both equally!' said Ethelberta.
'I will,' said Christopher, scarcely knowing what he said.
When he had reached the door of the room, he looked back and saw the
two sisters standing as he had left them, and equally tearful.
Ethelberta at once said, in a last futile struggle against letting
him go altogether, and with thoughts of her sister's heart:
'I think that Picotee might correspond with Faith; don't you, Mr.
Julian?'
'My sister would much like to do so,' said he.
'And you would like it too, would you not, Picotee?'
'O yes,' she replied. 'And I can tell them all about you.'
'Then it shall be so, if Miss Julian will.' She spoke in a settled
way, as if something intended had been set in train; and Christopher
having promised for his sister, he went out of the house with a
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