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Having arranged them to his satisfaction, he stated to Redbud that he thought the Squire would like them; and then preferred a request that she would get her Bible, and read some to him. To this, Redbud, with a pleasant look in her kind eyes, gave a delighted assent, and, running up stairs, soon returned, and both having seated themselves, began reading aloud to the boy.
"Well, well," Verty went on, "I begin to feel better now, since I've seen you; and, I think, I'll do better in my office work." "Office work?" asked Redbud, beginning to grow more like her former self. "Oh, yes!" Verty replied; "I'm in Mr. Rushton's office now, and I'm a lawyer's clerk; that's what they call it, I believe." Redbud returned his bright smile.
"I came to see Redbud," replied Verty; "you know, ma'am, that we know each other very well; I thought I'd come." And Verty smiled. Mrs. Scowley was completely puzzled she had never before seen a gentleman of Verty's candor, and could find no words to reply.
Her beautiful golden hair was brushed back from the pure, white forehead; her throat was enveloped in a circlet of diaphanous lace, and beneath this, as she breathed, the red beads of the coral necklace were visible, rising and falling with the pulsations of her heart. Redbud could not have very readily explained the reason for her fancy in wearing the necklace constantly.
Redbud is, therefore, clad in the morning-dress of young ladies of the period. Her sleeves are ornamented with fluttering ribbons, and her hair is brushed back in the fashion now styled Pompadour, but quite unpowdered. Her ears, for even heroines are possessed of them, are weighed down by heavy golden ear-rings, and a cloud of plain lace runs round her neck, and gently rubs her throat.
For a moment the image of Redbud rose before him, and he sighed. He knew not why, but he wished that he was not an Indian he wished that his blood had been that of the whites. His sad face drooped; then his eyes ware raised, and he saw the old woman weeping. The sight removed from Verty's mind all personal considerations, and he leaned his head upon her knee, and pressed her hand to his lips.
But no: the bird suddenly pauses, drops from the clouds, and settles upon the roof of a house crowning a grassy hill, which hill was distant from Verty not more than a quarter of a mile. A smile of delight passed over Verty's countenance. He had found Redbud she was there!
I wish to ward off this suffering from you!" "Oh, ma'am!" sobbed Redbud. "I love you very much." "Yes, ma'am." "And as I have more experience than you," said Miss Lavinia, grimly "more knowledge of the wiles of men, I consider it my duty to direct your conduct." "Yes, ma'am," said Redbud, seeing the wall closing round her inexorably.
My face is different, too I mean the color I am sun-burned, but I remember when my face was very white." And Verty smiled. "I would ask her all about it," Redbud said. "I think I will," was the reply; "but she don't seem to like it, Redbud it seems to worry her." "But it is important to you, Verty." "Yes, indeed it is." "Ask her this evening." "Do you advise me?" "Yes.
"Ma mere" said Verty, standing at the door of the old Indian woman's lodge, "I think this pretty pigeon is well. Now I shall carry it back, and I know I shall find Redbud." Verty, it will be seen, had concealed nothing from his mother; indeed, he never concealed anything from anybody.
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