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"The season has begun early, and you seem likely to have a pleasant summer here," she said, with the half-considered meaning of a common fashion of speech. "No, madam!" answered Marmaduke Wharne, out of his real thought, with a blunt emphasis. "You think not?" said Mrs. Linceford suavely, in a quiet amusement. "It looks rather like it to-night." "This?
Heretofore, her two friends had seemed to her alike, able, both of them, to take life innocently and carelessly as it came; she began now to feel a difference. Her eyes were bent away off toward the Franconia hills, when Mrs. Linceford leaned round to look in them, and spoke, in the tone her voice had begun to take toward her.
Leslie and Elinor squeezed each other's fingers lightly, and leaned forward together, their faces brimming over with fun; and the former whispered with emphatic pantomime to Mrs. Linceford, "If Mr. Wharne were only here!" "You've ben worried," said the man. "And you've ben comin' up to 'em gradooal. You don't take 'em in.
I only hope, if I come across her, I mayn't call her Graywacke to her face," said Mrs. Linceford. "Just what you'll be morally sure to do, Augusta!"
Scherman, you'll have to represent us to Mrs. Linceford, and persuade her to join us to Feather-Cap. And be sure you get the 'little red'!" "It'll be all the worse for Graywacke, if we're kept in and sent off early," she continued, sotto voce, to her companions, as they turned away. "My! what has that boy got?"
Linceford gave a last touch to her hair, straightened the things on her dressing-table, shut down the lid of a box, and led the way from the room. Out upon the balcony they watched the long, golden going down of the sun, and the creeping shadows, and the purple half-light, and the after-smile upon the crests.
I'm glad it's no worse," she answered, in her pleasant, smiling way. Dakie Thayne had a great liking for Mrs. Linceford, but he adored Leslie Goldthwaite. "I'd like to show them to you, if you'd care," he said. "I've got some splendid ones. One great Turnus, that I brought with me in the chrysalis, that hatched out while I was at Jefferson.
"You needn't tell me!" cried Elinor, in high enthusiasm. "I don't care a bit for the geography of it. That great aisle goes straight from Lake Umbagog to the Sound!" "It is a glorious picture," said Mrs. Linceford. "But I've had a little one, that you've lost. You've no idea, Leslie, what a lovely tableau you have been making, you and Dakie, with that old woman and the blowzy child!"
He had his sealing-wax and a lighted "homespun candle," as Leslie called the dips of Mrs. Green's manufacture, in one hand, and a pincushion stuck full of needles waiting for tops, in the other. "I told you so," said Mrs. Linceford to Leslie. "That's it, then?" she asked of Dakie Thayne. "What, ma'am?" "Butterflies. I knew you'd some hobby or other, I said so.
Leslie blushed. "You'll never look prettier, if you try ever so hard." "Don't, Mrs. Linceford!" "Why not?" said Jeannie. "It's only a pity, I think, that you couldn't have known it at the time. They say we don't know when we're happiest; and we can't know when we're prettiest; so where's the satisfaction?" "That's part of your mistake, Jeannie, perhaps," returned her sister.
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