"Why, Filiola, I think it must be the very happiest solution of the
situation here: I am getting too old and prosy to make life interesting
for you; your father will not be retired for several years yet, so there
is little hope of your claiming his companionship; Mrs. Harold is a most
devoted friend, but friendships in the service must so often be broken
by the exigencies of the duties; she may be compelled to leave Annapolis
at almost any time, and if she is, your friend Polly will be obliged to
leave also. Why, little one, it seems to me quite providential that you
should have met your aunt in New London and that she will visit you
here," and good Dr. Llewellyn stroked with gentle touch the pretty brown
hair resting against his shoulder, and looked smilingly down upon the
troubled young face.
"Yes, Compadre, I know you think it will be quite for the best and I'm
sure it would if--if--"
Peggy paused. She hated to say anything uncomplimentary of the person
whom the law said she must regard as her aunt.
"Are you prejudiced, my dear?"
There was mild reproof in Dr.
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