Kitty Trenire by Mabel Quiller-Couch
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"Yes," sighed Betty, "it really is," and lapsed into quietness.
"Another time," she said at last, very gravely, "I think I shall come twice, and not have both at the same tea." "Perhaps you would like Mrs. Henderson to save you some till to-morrow," suggested Dan ironically. "No--o," said Betty seriously, "I don't think I will. I don't expect I shall want any more as soon as to-morrow, but--" "You aren't feeling ill, are you?" asked Kitty anxiously, as she studied Betty's face. "No--o," answered Betty slowly, "not ill; but it's funny that what is so nice to think about before tea isn't half as nice after." "If I were you," said Dan pointedly, "I would go and sit in the meadow for a bit, and keep very still until it is time to go home." "I think I will," said Betty gravely, and started; but they had all finished their meal by this time, and following Dan's advice, strolled out once more to the scented garden, and down through the sloping meadow to the riverside. It was nearly time to wind their way homewards, but they must have a little rest first, and one more look at the river and the woods, so they perched themselves about on the old tree roots, which formed most comfortable and convenient seats--all but Dan, who seemed to prefer to perch on a rock which stood in the middle of the river, which was shallower here and wider. To get to it he had to take off his shoes and stockings and wade, which perhaps made up for the uncomfortableness of the seat when he reached it, and soon sent him wading back through |
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