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We had a regular daily competition to guess the vessel's progress; and twelve o'clock, when the result was published in the wheel-house, came to be a moment of considerable interest. But the interest was unmixed. Not a bet was laid upon our guesses. From the Clyde to Sandy Hook I never heard a wager offered or taken. We had, besides, romps in plenty.
It was his wish. "And that settles it from your point of view, of course," said Sheila. "Well, I'll wait." Casey returned at noon. Clyde met him halfway between the stable and the house, bareheaded, the fresh wind fluttering her skirts and spinning little tendrils of coppery gold across her forehead. He would have taken both her hands, but she put them behind her, laughing. "Not here, sir!"
I had scarcely realized Peggy's mortality before, she seemed so strong, so energetic, so untiring. I would as soon have thought of the sun's being weary in its mighty task as of Peggy's strong arm waxing weak. I felt very sad, and the meeting with Richard Clyde, which had excited a momentary joy, now deepened my sadness. He looked so bright, so prosperous, so full of hope and life.
After supper we were sitting around the fire, Tam going over his account and lamenting that because of his absent-mindedness he had bought a whole hundred pounds of sugar more than he had intended, Aggie and Archie silent for once, pouting I suspect. Clyde smiled across the camp-fire at me and said, "Gin ye had sic a lass as I hae, ye might blither."
Creighton," says Vee. "Hadn't we, Torchy?" "Uh-huh," says I. "Quite flattering, I'm sure," puts in Clyde, smilin' sarcastic, while Auntie shoots a doubtful look at me. But we hung around just the same, and before ten o'clock Creighton announces that he must really be going. "Me too," says I, cheerful. "I'll ride down with you if you don't mind." "Oh, charmed!" says Clyde.
"Now I leave her to others to woo and win, For no longer I find her fair; Could I look on the face of my darling sin, I should see but a dead man's there. "And the dowry she brought me is here returned, For the wish of my heart has died, It is quenched in the blood of the priest who burned My sweet mother, the Saint of Clyde."
Knowing how different everything was at Aikenside from that to which she had been accustomed, Guy, with the thoughtfulness natural to him, had taken the precaution of speaking to each of the servants concerning Miss Clyde, Jessie's teacher.
"Kitty," she called to Mrs. Wade, "I want you as a witness. Mr. Dunne has made me a loan. His security is this rose and nothing more. Please witness that I give it to him." And later that night Kitty Wade said to her lord: "For a rancher, Harry, your Casey Dunne has class. I never knew Clyde Burnaby to give a flower to any man before."
The road wound tortuously onward, skirting little groves of cottonwoods, swinging along gulches, sometimes plunging down them and ascending in long grades on the thither side. Clyde drank in the sweet, thin air eagerly. The city and her everyday life seemed far behind. Heretofore her holidays had been passed in places where pleasure was a business. This was to be different.
Miss Clyde took the work from the tired and clumsy fingers and smoothed the hair back from the warm brow. "I think you have done very well for the first time, Blue Bonnet. Next time it will come easier. You would better rest now, and perhaps Grandmother will read to us until lunch time." "Yes," Mrs. Clyde said, "I will indeed. What shall it be, Blue Bonnet?"
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