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What shall I do?" Just then Mr. Dale, who seldom left the house, appeared in view. He was walking slowly, his hands thrust into his pockets, his head bent forward; he was murmuring some sentences of his beloved Virgil to himself. He took no notice of Pauline. He did not even see her. Neither did he notice the chair in which she was sitting.
A roomy and comfortable calash had been provided for the lady, in which Peggy was to ride also when she should become tired of the saddle. Robert Dale, with the reins of his own horse thrown over his arm, stood waiting by Star's side to help Peggy mount. "We were thinking that we should have to become brigands and carry you off, Peggy," he remarked as the girls joined them.
When I come home from work, tired, you will put your arms about me and lay your head on my shoulder. I will stroke it so that bonny, glossy head of yours. Alice, my Alice all mine in my dream never to be mine in real life how I love you!" The Alice behind him could bear no more. She gave a little choking cry that betrayed her presence. Jasper Dale sprang up and gazed upon her.
"Why is he interesting? I scarcely ever looked at him; they say he smokes, and never eats. Ugly, too!" MRS. DALE. "Ugly, no. A fine bead, very like Dante's; but what is beauty?" MISS JEMIMA. "Very true: what is it indeed? Yes, as you say, I think there is something interesting about him; he looks melancholy, but that may be because he is poor."
"And of course you can. And Dale shall bring his friend, too." "And you can wear your fine beads, Sis," finished Dale, teasingly. "And it's a nice pot roast and cabbage salad we'll have, too. And a bit of the fruit cake with real butter sauce." Wasn't she going to get her check soon from the store to which she sent her lace?
Come many a morrow to gaze on the Dale, And if e'er thou seest sorrow remember its tale! For 'twill be of a story to tell how men died In the garnering of glory that no man may hide. O sun sinking under! O fragrance of earth! O heart! O the wonder whence longing has birth!
He alluded to friends in her neighbourhood and his own. The bridesmaids were mentioned. "Miss Dale, you will hear from my aunt Eleanor, declines, on the plea of indifferent health. She is rather a morbid person, with all her really estimable qualities.
And this head with the ring of rays about it was wrought into the adornment of that house, both within and without, in many other places, but on never another house of the Dale; and it was called the House of the Face. Thereof hath the tale much to tell hereafter, but as now it goeth on to tell of the ways of life of the Dalesmen.
"You had to do your duty, of course, and there's no harm done. And I thank you, Major Dale, for your belief in me. I shall never forget it." The tears came into her lovely eyes as she spoke, making them lovelier than ever. "I knew that you would not be guilty of such a thing," exclaimed Robert Dale fervently.
"And she'll come across them for certain if she gets trapesing through the trees like she does. There's her brothers would bring them together. Besides, it isn't safe at her age. You know yourself what's always been said of it." "Quite so," said Dale. "You are wise, Mavis very wise to be watchful and careful."
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