"Here is our house, or rather my cousin's house," said Karl. "You
have heard Mr. Brown speak of Dora?"
"Yes, before he went away," said Ginniss significantly.
"But not since his return?" asked Karl eagerly.
"Very seldom."
"Hem! Seth, will you take our horses round? Jump off, and come in,
sir. This is my sister Kitty, Mr. Ginniss. A scholar of Mr. Brown's,
Kitty: I dare say you remember his speaking of him."
"Yes, indeed! Very happy to see you, Mr. Ginniss; walk in," said
Kitty, who, if she had never heard the line, certainly knew how to
apply the idea, of,--"It is not the rose; but it has lived near the
rose."
"Where is Dora?" asked Karl, glancing round the room where the
pretty tea-table stood spread, and Dora's hat and gloves lay upon a
chair; but no other sign of her presence was to be found.
"Why," said Kitty, laughing a little, "Dolly took a fancy for
rafting down the river on a log that she somehow managed to push off
from the bank. Of course, she slipped off the first thing, and might
have been drowned; but Argus got her out somehow, and Seth, hearing
the noise, ran down and brought her home. Of course, she was
dripping wet; and Dora has put her to bed."
"Is it a sanitary or a disciplinary measure?" asked Karl: "because,
if the latter, we shall have Dora out of spirits all the evening.
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