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Her
plans
had
been
made
with
great
care
.
She
had
announced
that
she
was
going
down
to
the
Band
of
Hope
picnic
at
Hepburn
,
and
as
no
one
else
from
North
Dormer
intended
to
venture
so
far
it
was
not
likely
that
her
absence
from
the
festivity
would
be
reported
.
Besides
,
if
it
were
she
would
not
greatly
care
.
She
was
determined
to
assert
her
independence
,
and
if
she
stooped
to
fib
about
the
Hepburn
picnic
it
was
chiefly
from
the
secretive
instinct
that
made
her
dread
the
profanation
of
her
happiness
.
Whenever
she
was
with
Lucius
Harney
she
would
have
liked
some
impenetrable
mountain
mist
to
hide
her
.
It
was
arranged
that
she
should
walk
to
a
point
of
the
Creston
road
where
Harney
was
to
pick
her
up
and
drive
her
across
the
hills
to
Hepburn
in
time
for
the
nine
-
thirty
train
to
Nettleton
.
Harney
at
first
had
been
rather
lukewarm
about
the
trip
.
He
declared
himself
ready
to
take
her
to
Nettleton
,
but
urged
her
not
to
go
on
the
Fourth
of
July
,
on
account
of
the
crowds
,
the
probable
lateness
of
the
trains
,
the
difficulty
of
her
getting
back
before
night
;
but
her
evident
disappointment
caused
him
to
give
way
,
and
even
to
affect
a
faint
enthusiasm
for
the
adventure
.
She
understood
why
he
was
not
more
eager
:
he
must
have
seen
sights
beside
which
even
a
Fourth
of
July
at
Nettleton
would
seem
tame
.
But
she
had
never
seen
anything
;
and
a
great
longing
possessed
her
to
walk
the
streets
of
a
big
town
on
a
holiday
,
clinging
to
his
arm
and
jostled
by
idle
crowds
in
their
best
clothes
.
The
only
cloud
on
the
prospect
was
the
fact
that
the
shops
would
be
closed
;
but
she
hoped
he
would
take
her
back
another
day
,
when
they
were
open
.
She
started
out
unnoticed
in
the
early
sunlight
,
slipping
through
the
kitchen
while
Verena
bent
above
the
stove
.
To
avoid
attracting
notice
,
she
carried
her
new
hat
carefully
wrapped
up
,
and
had
thrown
a
long
grey
veil
of
Mrs
.
Royall
’
s
over
the
new
white
muslin
dress
which
Ally
’
s
clever
fingers
had
made
for
her
.
All
of
the
ten
dollars
Mr
.
Royall
had
given
her
,
and
a
part
of
her
own
savings
as
well
,
had
been
spent
on
renewing
her
wardrobe
;
and
when
Harney
jumped
out
of
the
buggy
to
meet
her
she
read
her
reward
in
his
eyes
.
The
freckled
boy
who
had
brought
her
the
note
two
weeks
earlier
was
to
wait
with
the
buggy
at
Hepburn
till
their
return
.
He
perched
at
Charity
’
s
feet
,
his
legs
dangling
between
the
wheels
,
and
they
could
not
say
much
because
of
his
presence
.
But
it
did
not
greatly
matter
,
for
their
past
was
now
rich
enough
to
have
given
them
a
private
language
;
and
with
the
long
day
stretching
before
them
like
the
blue
distance
beyond
the
hills
there
was
a
delicate
pleasure
in
postponement
.
When
Charity
,
in
response
to
Harney
’
s
message
,
had
gone
to
meet
him
at
the
Creston
pool
her
heart
had
been
so
full
of
mortification
and
anger
that
his
first
words
might
easily
have
estranged
her
.
But
it
happened
that
he
had
found
the
right
word
,
which
was
one
of
simple
friendship
.
His
tone
had
instantly
justified
her
,
and
put
her
guardian
in
the
wrong
.
He
had
made
no
allusion
to
what
had
passed
between
Mr
.
Royall
and
himself
,
but
had
simply
let
it
appear
that
he
had
left
because
means
of
conveyance
were
hard
to
find
at
North
Dormer
,
and
because
Creston
River
was
a
more
convenient
centre
.
He
told
her
that
he
had
hired
by
the
week
the
buggy
of
the
freckled
boy
’
s
father
,
who
served
as
livery
-
stable
keeper
to
one
or
two
melancholy
summer
boarding
-
houses
on
Creston
Lake
,
and
had
discovered
,
within
driving
distance
,
a
number
of
houses
worthy
of
his
pencil
;
and
he
said
that
he
could
not
,
while
he
was
in
the
neighbourhood
,
give
up
the
pleasure
of
seeing
her
as
often
as
possible
.
When
they
took
leave
of
each
other
she
promised
to
continue
to
be
his
guide
;
and
during
the
fortnight
which
followed
they
roamed
the
hills
in
happy
comradeship
.
In
most
of
the
village
friendships
between
youths
and
maidens
lack
of
conversation
was
made
up
for
by
tentative
fondling
;
but
Harney
,
except
when
he
had
tried
to
comfort
her
in
her
trouble
on
their
way
back
from
the
Hyatts
’
,
had
never
put
his
arm
about
her
,
or
sought
to
betray
her
into
any
sudden
caress
.
It
seemed
to
be
enough
for
him
to
breathe
her
nearness
like
a
flower
’
s
;
and
since
his
pleasure
at
being
with
her
,
and
his
sense
of
her
youth
and
her
grace
,
perpetually
shone
in
his
eyes
and
softened
the
inflection
of
his
voice
,
his
reserve
did
not
suggest
coldness
,
but
the
deference
due
to
a
girl
of
his
own
class
.
The
buggy
was
drawn
by
an
old
trotter
who
whirled
them
along
so
briskly
that
the
pace
created
a
little
breeze
;
but
when
they
reached
Hepburn
the
full
heat
of
the
airless
morning
descended
on
them
.
At
the
railway
station
the
platform
was
packed
with
a
sweltering
throng
,
and
they
took
refuge
in
the
waiting
-
room
,
where
there
was
another
throng
,
already
dejected
by
the
heat
and
the
long
waiting
for
retarded
trains
.
Pale
mothers
were
struggling
with
fretful
babies
,
or
trying
to
keep
their
older
offspring
from
the
fascination
of
the
track
;
girls
and
their
“
fellows
”
were
giggling
and
shoving
,
and
passing
about
candy
in
sticky
bags
,
and
older
men
,
collarless
and
perspiring
,
were
shifting
heavy
children
from
one
arm
to
the
other
,
and
keeping
a
haggard
eye
on
the
scattered
members
of
their
families
.
