I'd finish 'em, And that's where they'll git if they
don't mind, and quick, too!"

The Dellenbaughs, Cromartins, and Bunsbys, being
of another class, viewed the young couple's visit
in a different light. "Mr. Feilding has such nice
hands and wears such lovely cravats," the younger
Miss Cromartin said, and "Miss Collins is too sweet
for anything." Prim Mr. Bunsby, having superior
notions of life and deportment, only shook his head.
He looked for more dignity, he said; but then this
Byronic young man had not been invited to any of
the outings.

In all these merrymakings and outings Lucy was
the central figure. Her beauty, her joyous nature,
her freedom from affectation and conventionality,
her love of the out-of-doors, her pretty clothes and
the way she wore them, all added to her popularity.
In the swing and toss of her freedom, her true temperament
developed. She was like a summer rose,
making everything and everybody glad about her,
loving the air she breathed as much for the color
it put into her cheeks as for the new bound it gave
to her blood. Just as she loved the sunlight for its
warmth and the dip and swell of the sea for its thrill.
So, too, when the roses were a glory of bloom, not
only would she revel in the beauty of the blossoms,
but intoxicated by their color and fragrance, would
bury her face in the wealth of their abundance, taking