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How fresh and cold the morning air was, after the sultry atmosphere of the lakes! How beautiful the snow was! Nan did not like to be alone. She wished to share her delight with some one. 'Edith! Edith! she called. There was no answer. Suddenly she found she was no longer the solitary possessor of this brilliant little picture.
Emily had tried to find Nan Grant, in order to learn from her something of Gertrude's early history; but Nan had left her old habitation, and for years nothing had been heard of her. It was the twilight of a sultry September day, and, wearied by excessive heat, Emily sat on the front piazza of her father's house, inhaling a delicious and refreshing breeze.
And Nan recompensed his considerate behavior by giving him that incense of love and esteem and intellectual deference which is desired by every man; and by convincing him that his ambitions as she knew them had in her the most complete sympathy, and the most valuable aid. This she did for him, and satisfied all the wishes of his heart.
Her father's soft heart was moved, and one Sunday evening he whispered into her ear that Dame Nan was all wrong, and Mericour only kept away because he was an honourable man. Then Lucy smiled and brightened, and Sir Duke fondly asked her if she were fool enough to fancy herself in love with the man. 'Oh no, how should she, when he had never named love to her?
"Come on!" she called to the little twins, "we're going to get ice cream cones, it's so warm." "Oh, goodie!" cried Flossie. "I was just wishing for one." "So was I," added her brother. "And I'll ask you to my party next week," the little girl went on. "I'm going to have one on my birthday." "Oh, are you really, Flossie?" asked Nan. "I hadn't heard about it." "Yep I am.
"That made the picnic lively!" declared, John, "and all's well that ends well, you know." So the picnic was over, and all were happy and tired enough to go to bed early that night, as Nan said, seeing the little ones falling asleep in hay wagon on their way home.
In "Nan Sherwood at Lakeview Hall; Or, the Mystery of the Haunted Boathouse," the two friends are first introduced to boarding-school life, and to this very merry, if somewhat thoughtless, company of girls that have already been brought to the attention of the reader in our present volume.
"Responsibility?" he repeated. "What responsibility is there I don't want to take about you?" "You don't want me to be a woman," said Nan. "You want me to be a little girl, always adoring you, just enough, not too much. You've been adored enough by women, Rookie." They both knew she was talking in a hidden language. It was not women she meant; it was Aunt Anne.
Nan covered her ears with her hands, but Bert and Freddie and Flossie seemed to like the noise. "Mercy me!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey, "I hope that doesn't happen very often." "Well, I might as well tell you it does," said Mr. Hallock. "We keep the sawmill going all day, but of course we shut down at night. It won't keep you awake, anyhow." "That's good," said Mrs. Bobbsey, with a laugh.
Nan, screened from the remainder of the room by the window embrasure, let the sketch she was holding flutter to the ground. The quiet, drawling voice was Peter's! And he didn't know she was here! It would be horrible horrible to meet him suddenly like this . . . here . . . in the presence of other people.
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