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Men like them, because they find them real, and because these impressionable characters have the attraction of varying often. Anything is more tolerable than monotony. Arnold Wayne looked from Mrs. Verdon to Elsie, and read a pathetic story in her brown eyes. "May I introduce myself, Miss Kilner?" he said. "I have heard of you so often from Mr. Lennard." This was a fib.
Katherine Verdon was an unemotional woman. She did not feel in the least inclined to go into hysterics or make bitter speeches. Mrs. Tell, who watched her narrowly, could not detect the slightest change in her demeanour. She remarked that Miss Kilner was very pretty really quite beautiful and no one could be surprised at the turn that things had taken.
Elsie Kilner was nearly nine-and-twenty, and she was hungering, half unconsciously, after a child's love. She caught a delicious glimpse of woods, just touched with that first shade of green which no artist has ever truthfully rendered. Men can paint summer and autumn, but the promise of the seasons escapes them; it is too subtle for brush or pencil.
How little we realised what was in store for us when we started this morning! But I shall sleep soundly to-night, knowing that Jamie is safe." "It is a splendid thing for the boy," Elsie remarked. "What a beautiful child he is!" "Yes; his beauty attracted Mrs. Verdon at first; but I think she loves him for his own sake. She is a charming lady, Miss Kilner."
Feel'st thou For ever in this Now?" People were coming down to the river when the boat touched the bank again; there was a large group gathered at the landing-place. Two men started forward to help Miss Kilner to step on shore. Elsie's good angel must surely have taken wing at that moment.
This is Jamie's first picnic, and he will look back on it in years to come as a joy for ever. Rushbrook is certainly a charming place." "Could you be content to live in Rushbrook?" Ryan suddenly asked. "Always? I don't know." "Try and see if you get tired of it, Miss Kilner." "I am not tired of it yet," she said hurriedly, half afraid that he would go too far.
It will be most kind if you will hold my skein of yarn." The young man held out his hands with ready obedience. Elsie was only two or three yards away, and he was content. A few moments later Miss Kilner rose and took Jamie by the hand; and at the same instant Mrs. Verdon gave a sudden exclamation. "I have left my little white shawl in the boat!" she cried. "It's a dear little shawl.
She thought how happy Elsie Kilner must be at that moment with Arnold as her declared lover. No doubt Francis Ryan was moping about Willow Farm in a state of unacknowledged wretchedness. She was sure that Francis had really liked that girl; she had seen his feelings plainly on the day of the picnic.
There was a consciousness among them that it would be best for Miss Kilner and the Danforths not to meet too often. But if they were sauntering, some one behind them was coming on with rapid strides. Arnold Wayne joined them with a cheery greeting. "You are early," he said. "Do you keep your clocks too fast at the Farm? Miss Kilner, isn't this pure air delicious after London?" Mrs.
You'll find her somewhere under the beeches. Now, Jamie, I'll pull across to the island myself. Step in, Miss Kilner." It did not occur to Elsie to disobey him. A minute after, when they were floating out upon the water, she thought that she had been too submissive. But he was pulling away with long, steady strokes, right away into the middle of the golden light.
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