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LAURA BRAYTON. 97 But voices are heard, sweet, ringing voices, and in an instant a young girl of fine face and figure, neatly but very plainly dressed, enters, and our _ golden-haired friend, Annie Walker, appears. She is followed by Laura Brayton. “Now, what do you think of my Sammy? Isn’t he a glorious good fellow? Such hair and such eyes, and so good to his mother, too, What do you think of him?” cried the first comer, “1 think, Miss Annie——” “Now, Laura, we’re to be like inter: so stop put- ting that miss to my name. Call me Annie, and ~ tell me what you think of my Sammy’s eyes.” “1 think I never saw eyes which could speak so well. Love for you was uttered in every glance of them.” “That’s so, Laura, that’s so. He loves me, and I love him, and there is no rubbing it out. And his hair—isn’t it real nice?” “Yes, it looked so after you combed it back from his white forehead.” | « And then he loves his mother, and never r lets her want for anything. A good son must make a good husband. Don’t you think so?” “He ought to,” said Laura, with a little sigh. “There, there, dear, don’t sigh. Ill not talk so much about Sammy if it makes you sigh. But I love him so much! And now, Laura, let us have | breakfast. Itis so mnch comfort to have you here to breakfast with me. I begin to feel it already. And yet this will be our first meal together. [ll try to have it nicer to-morrow. But I had so little _time to fix for you.” “Do not speak of it, dear Annie, If here Iam safe from persecution, if here I can arrange my - - €omicbooks.co