I want to go to Kensington . '' `` Well , I do n't mind , '' said Billy Morrison amiably . `` May 's well get you jaunting done ` fore harvest comes on . And here , Jord ; take this quarter and get some oranges for Aunty Nan . Need n't mention it to headquarters . '' Billy Morrison 's face was solemn , but Jordan winked as he pocketed the money . `` If I 've any luck , I 'll bring her something that 'll do her more good than the oranges , '' he muttered , as he hurried off to the pasture . Jordan had a horse of his own now , a rather bony nag , answering to the name of Dan . Billy Morrison had agreed to pasture the animal if Jordan used him in the farm work , an arrangement scoffed at by Mrs. William in no measured terms . Jordan hitched Dan into the second best buggy , dressed himself in his Sunday clothes , and drove off . On the road he re-read a paragraph he had clipped from the Charlottetown Daily Enterprise of the previous day . `` Joscelyn Burnett , the famous contralto , is spending a few days in Kensington on her return from her Maritime concert tour . She is the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Bromley , of The Beeches . '' `` Now if I can get there in time , '' said Jordan emphatically . Jordan got to Kensington , put Dan up in a livery stable , and inquired the way to The Beeches . He felt rather nervous when he found it , it was such a stately , imposing place , set back from the street in an emerald green seclusion of beautiful grounds . `` Fancy me stalking up to that front door and asking for Miss Joscelyn Burnett , '' grinned Jordan sheepishly . `` Mebbe they 'll tell me to go around to the back and inquire for the cook . But you 're going just the same , Jordan Sloane , and no skulking . March right up now .
Think XXXXX Aunty Nan and do n't let style down you . ''
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