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The young man took the extended member, and made a bow. Miss Sallianna received it with a still more gracious smile, and asked Mr. Verty to be seated. He shook his head. "I must go away, ma'am," he said, sadly; "Redbud has quarrelled with me, and I cannot stay. Oh! what have I done to cause this!" And Verty's head sank upon his bosom, and his lips trembled.
But Redbud and Fanny did not they were far too good-natured to take pleasure in such comments, and instead, spent the hours in laughing, playing and reading in the pleasant arbor. Thus the morning drew on, and the lovely autumn day sailed past with all its life and splendor toward the west.
Rushton was silent for a moment; then he said, coldly: "I did not intend to talk upon these subjects I only intended to say, that trusting in Providence, as the phrase is, sounds very grand; and has only the disadvantage of not being very easy. Come, Miss Redbud, suppose we converse on the subject of flowers, or something that is more light and cheerful."
She carried a fan, which seemed to serve for a number of purposes: to raise artificial breezes, cover imaginary blushes, and flirt itself against the hands or other portions of the persons of gentlemen making complimentary speeches. She displayed some temporary embarrassment upon seeing Redbud and Verty; and especially stared at that young gentleman. Mr. Jinks was more self-possessed.
I never took her hand in my own, but a nameless influence seemed to enter into my heart, and purify it. And now, amigo, I have written it all, and you may laugh at me for my pains; but that is not a matter of very great importance. Farewell!" It is rather an anti-climax, after this somewhat practical account of our little heroine, to inform the reader that Redbud was sitting down, crying.
She therefore smiled, and still gently agitating the fan before Verty, repeated: "Have you and Redbud fallen out?" "Yes," said the young man. "Concerning what?" "I don't know I mean Redbud has quarreled with me." "Indeed!" Verty replied with a sigh. "Come!" said Miss Sallianna, "make a confidant of me, and confide your feelings to a heart which beats responsive to your own."
Fanny came to the rescue of the expiring conversation, and seizing forcibly upon the topic of the weather, inserted that useful wedge into the rapidly closing crack, and waited for Verty to strike the first blow. Unfortunately, Verty did not hear her; he was gazing at Redbud. Fanny pouted, and tossed her head. So she was not good enough for the elegant Mr. Verty! she was not even worth a reply!
Then she raises her head and says "How did you ever come to be the old Indian woman's son, Verty?" Verty's dreamy eyes fall from the sky, where a circling hawk had attracted his attention, to Redbud's face. "Anan?" he says. Redbud greets this exhibition of inattention with a little pout, which is far from unbecoming, and too frank to conceal anything, says, smiling "You are not listening to me.
Then, behind him, rosier than her father, dewy like the morning, and angelic generally, behold our little heroine Miss Redbud Summers. Redbud she received this pretty name when she was a baby, and as usually befalls Virginia maidens, never has been able to get rid of it. Redbud is a lovely little creature, whom it is a delight to look upon.
Verty nodded indifferently, and taking up his rifle, went out, followed by Longears. Verty mounted Cloud again, and set forward toward Apple Orchard. That place very soon rose upon his sight, and riding up to the house Verty encountered the good-humored Squire, who was just coming in from the fields. "Good morning, Squire," said the boy, smiling, "may I go and see Redbud, if you please?"
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