CHAPTER VII. 

WANDERING EYES. 

"I ASSURE you he said he had never seen a place with more pretty young ladies in it." 

"Who?" said Jessie, coming suddenly into the light closet of the work-room, where Florence Cray was taking off her hat, and Amy Lee seemed to be helping her. 

"Why, Mr. Wingfield, Mr. Holdaway's head groom, who has come over with another man and a boy, and three of the loveliest horses you ever did see." 

"Oh, yes, I heard," said Jessie; "and how he stared about at Church! He ought to be ashamed of himself." 

"Oh! that's what Grace says, of course," said Florence; "and she's a regular old maid. She needn't fear that he'll stare at her." 

Wherewith both Florence and Amy giggled, and before Jessie's hot answer was out of her mouth, one of the aunts called out-- 

"Girls, girls, what are you doing? No gossiping there." 

Florence came out looking cross, and observing in a marked manner that Miss Fuller, at Ellerby, always spoke of her young ladies. 

"I like using right names," said Aunt Rose in her decided voice. 

Florence was silenced for the time, but at the dinner hour she contrived to get Amy alone. Jessie was in haste to get home to see if there were an answer from Miss Needwood, and also to try to get enough sewing done to pacify Grace, and purchase a little leisure for her mother. And Florence, instead of going home, stood with Amy, who had sauntered into the garden to refresh herself and gather some parsley. 
who was jessie eager to get a reply from?
Jessie was in haste to get home to see if there were an answer from Miss Needwood,