s we return, we can pass Mr. Van Hoosen's house. If
Yanna is at home, I shall see it, or know it, or feel it; and that
fellow will doubtless have been left outside somewhere."

"That fellow," however, with Yanna at his side, was on the doorstep to
welcome Harry and Rose. He lifted Rose like a feather-weight from the
dog-cart, and he was ready with outstretched hand, when Yanna said,
"This is my brother Antony." The "brothership" was such a relief to
Harry that it made him most unusually friendly and gay-tempered; and
Rose readily adopted the same tone. They sat down on the piazza,
behind the flowering honeysuckles, and amid broken little laughs and
exclamations, grew sweetly, and yet a little proudly, familiar. After
a short time, however, Rose said she "wanted to speak to Yanna very
particularly." Then the girls went into the parlor; and the two young
men lit their cigars, and walked through the garden to smoke, and to
find Peter; but both, moved by the same impulse, made the same
involuntary pause before the open window at which Rose and Yanna sat.
Their faces were eager and serious, their hands dropped, their
attitudes had the perfect grace of nature; they were beautiful, and
the more so because they were unconscious of it. Rose was just saying
to Yanna, as Harry and Antony glanced at them:

"Dick has written again to me, Yanna. I had a letter from him this
morning."

"Is he not impertinent?"

"He is anxious and miserable. I fear I shall have to see him."

"If you fear it, you certainly ought not to see him."

"He says he is coming to Woodsome. Yanna, why did you never tell me
about this wonderful brother of yours?"

"I have not seen him since I was a little girl. I did not expect ever
to see him again. His coming was a perfect surprise."

"He is strikingly handsome."

"He is not handsome at all, Rose."

"He is handsome. I have never seen any one more handsome. He is like
an antique man."

"Quite the contrary, he is the very incarnation of the New World. His
loose garments, his easy swing, his air of liberty, all speak of the
vast unplanted plains beyond civilization."

"_Pshaw!_ I look deeper than you do. He is a man that could love a
woman unto death. Is that not antique? He has a heart that would never
fail her in any hour. You might tell him a secret, and know that fire
could not burn it out of him. If you were at death's door, he would
die for you. I have a great mind to fall in love with him."