This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 Excerpt: ...of view to explain their abrupt appearance. Viola neither acquiesced nor denied. She was soon apparently quite happy over her bread and butter and cambric tea; but she would not again go near the bluff under which they had been sitting, and when, soon after, they drove out of the glen, she kept alert eyes on the road, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 Excerpt: ...of view to explain their abrupt appearance. Viola neither acquiesced nor denied. She was soon apparently quite happy over her bread and butter and cambric tea; but she would not again go near the bluff under which they had been sitting, and when, soon after, they drove out of the glen, she kept alert eyes on the road, and Paul knew that she was ready any moment to drop out of sight like a frightened squirrel. He was glad that she missed something shown to him for an instant by a turn in the road--a horse tied behind a sheltering clump of bushes, attached to a wagon very like the one that had passed them earlier in the afternoon. The burly figure was wanting, and Paul fell into uneasy wondering that kept his eyes somber even when he joined in the cheerful nonsense of the others. When they reached home, he walked with the child across the road towards the cabin where she lived. "Remember, Viola," he said gravely, "if you are in any trouble, or need help, you can come straight to me. And you won't let dreadful thoughts stay in your head, will you?" "But you are going Monday," she said after a pause, burrowing in the dust with one bare foot. "But there is all Saturday and Sunday first," he answered. "Will you come over and play with us to-morrow?" She gave him a shy smile and stood to watch him as he turned back to the farmhouse above the road, entering his room by the long window from the porch. But she did not appear in the morning. She must have heard their voices all day as they swam in the pond, which was respectably deep on one side, just beneath the farmhouse, and lounged in the grass, talking interminably, with open books in their laps, or trailed off on little journeys of exploration; but the cabin door...
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