"
"Ran can go with you," said Lucy, as Charlotte proceeded to make ready
for the trip. "It's too cold for me. I'd rather stay here by the fire
and read."
Charlotte looked at her. Lucy's delicate face was paler than usual this
morning; she had a languid air.
"The walk in this fresh November breeze will be sure to make you feel
ever so much better," said Charlotte. "Don't you think so, Cousin Lula?"
Mrs. Peyton looked up reluctantly from her embroidery.
"Why, I wouldn't urge her, Charlotte, if she doesn't want to go," she
said, with a glance at Lucy, who was leaning back in a big chair with a
discontented expression. "You mustn't expect people from the South to
enjoy your freezing weather as you seem to. Lucy feels the cold very
much."
Charlotte and Randolph marched away down the street together, the boy as
full of spirits as his companion.
She had found it easy from the first to make friends with him, and was
beginning, in spite of certain rather unpleasant qualities of his, to
like him very much. His mother had done her best to spoil him, yet the
child showed plainly that there was in him the material for a sturdy,
strong character.
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