My curse upon them all, as it
will be!"
"Harry, when you become better acquainted with your mother," said his
step-father, "you will get sick of this. Have you breakfasted; for that
is more to the point?"
"I have, sir," replied the other; "and you would scarcely guess where;"
and here he smiled and glanced significantly at his mother.
"Why, I suppose," said Lindsay, "in whatever inn you stopped at."
"No," he replied; "I was obliged to seek shelter from the storm last
night, and where do you think I found it?"
"Heaven knows. Where?"
"Why, with your friend and neighbor, Mr. Goodwin."
"No friend, Harry," said his mother; "don't say that."
"I slept there last night," he proceeded, "and breakfasted there this
morning, and nothing could exceed the cordiality and kindness of my
reception."
"Did they know who you were?" asked his mother, with evident interest.
"Not till this morning, at breakfast."
"Well," said she again, "when they heard it?"
"Why, their attention and kindness even redoubled," replied her son;
"and as for Miss Goodwin herself, she's as elegant, as sweet, and as
lovely a girl as I ever looked on.
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