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Then came a still small sound, a creaking of wood from overhead. "I think you'd better go, Naylor, if you don't mind. After a performance of that kind he generally comes and tells me about it. And he may be, I don't know at all for certain, annoyed to find you here." Alec Naylor got up from the big chair, but it was not to take his departure.
The visitor began to feel more at home with the girls. "The best of Seaton is he doesn't stick on side," he continued. "You know what I mean isn't conceited. Most fellows are when they get their cap. I wonder if I shall ever play in the first team." "I expect you will, some day," answered Ida kindly. "D'you really think so?" inquired Master Naylor.
Once Guy nearly fell into the pond, while a little later on Brian, blindly attempting to force his way into the midst of a thick holly bush, gave a yell which discovered his whereabouts to the enemy. Warming up with the game, Naylor came out in a manner which surprised the girls, who had hitherto thought him rather quiet. He rushed about, and seemed in all parts of the garden at once.
They are Wynd and Naylor, the two Cambridge boating-men, in bedrabbled flannel trousers, and shooting-jackets pocketful of water; who are both fully agreed, that hunting a mad poet over the mountains in a thunder-storm is, on the whole, "the jolliest lark they ever had in their lives." "He must have gone up here somewhere.
"And he and the parson were too tough a nut for us, weren't they, sir?" he added to the General. Besides being an excellent officer and a capital fellow, Alec Naylor was also reputed to be one of the handsomest men in the Service; six foot three, very straight, very fair, with features as regular as any romantic hero of them all, and eyes as blue.
After that there was silence. Miss Mackenzie bent forward and made some notes in a little black book which she held upon her lap. Mrs. Naylor took her handkerchief and wiped the tears from her eyes; the other governors looked depressed and uneasy. Meanwhile Miss Ravenscroft sat with her eyes fixed on the different girls in their different forms. There was no movement.
In what blacksmith shop or hardware house in America does not Sheffield show its face and faculties? Did any American, knowing the difference between cast-iron and cast-steel, ever miss the sight of Naylor and Sanderson's yellow labels in his travels? How many millions of acres of primeval forest have the ages edged with their fine steel cut through, and given to the plough!
Simpkins received a monosyllabic telegram from Naylor, instructing him to "stay," but after working in the Society's office for another three days he was about ready to give up all hope of getting at the facts. Some other reason, he scarcely knew what, kept him on. Perhaps it was Mrs. Athelstone herself.
Naylor, who held in her arms a healthy, rosy- checked boy of a year old. She could not have described the feelings which made her eyes overflow with tears, as she saw Mr.
Miss Naylor made no reply to this, but vexedly cut off a sound rose, which she hastily picked up and regarded with contrition. Greta spoke again: "Chris said: 'I have got the pictures, I shall tell her'; but I shall tell you instead, because it was I that told the story." Miss Naylor stared, wrinkling her nose, and holding the scissors wide apart....
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