Bold by nature he longed
at times to see this spirit blaze, but her soft eyes pleaded with him
and gentleness made him afraid.
* * * * *
"Come right in," said Margaret as they appeared at the door. "Have this
cheer, Miz Mayfield?"
"No, thank you I'll sit over here." She sat down near the table, and Jim
took a seat opposite to her and resumed his silent gaze. "We have had a
delightful stroll," said Mrs. Mayfield, taking off her gloves; and Lou
who stood behind her peeped around lovingly into her eyes.
"Stroll," cried Tom. "I call it a chase. And you could catch a deer
almost as easily as to keep up with Miss Lou."
"Why, Mr. Tom, I didn't walk fast."
"Oh," he rejoined, "you didn't walk at all. You flitted."
His aunt looked at him. "Tom, dear, don't be extravagant."
"Extravagant! That's the reason father let me come up here. So I
couldn't be extravagant."
"He is determined to be literal," she said with a sigh.
Lou gathered up a handful of flowers that lay in Mrs. Mayfield's lap.
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