Instantly there was a rush to the front, and Bessie half rose to go,
too; but remembering what Neil had said about not making herself an
idiot, as the Americans and country people did, she resumed her seat,
and the country people and the Americans stood in her way and all she
saw of the princess was her sloping shoulders and long, slender neck,
with the lace scarf tied high about it. It was too bad, and Bessie could
scarcely keep back her tears of disappointment, and was wishing she had
disregarded Neil's orders and been an idiot, when a handsome open
carriage came in sight, drawn by two splendid bays, and in it sat
Blanche Trevellian, with her red parasol over her head, and beside her
Neil McPherson, eagerly scanning the crowd in quest of the little girl,
the very thought of whom made his heart beat as Blanche had never made
it beat in all her life.
"There they come! That's he! that's Neil, my cousin," Bessie exclaimed,
and forgetting all the proprieties in her excitement, she rose so
quickly that her hat fell from her head and hung down her back, as she
went forward three or four steps and waved her handkerchief.
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