eyes spoke for her. None of the lads
could look more eagerly or more joyfully at that lovely picture. Were
not two of the maidens her very own?
Gertrude was facing them as she sang. Her red-gold hair fell like a
mantle of glory about her, far below her waist; her arms, clasped behind
her head, were like carved ivory; her face was lifted, and the moon
shone full on its pure outlines and candid brow. Bell's rosy face was
partly in shadow, but her noble voice floated out rich and strong,
filling the air with melody. There was no possibility of doubt, to Mrs.
Merryweather's mind, which two of the quartette were most attractive.
Yet when she said softly to the son who happened to be next her: "Aren't
they lovely, Jerry?" he answered, abstractedly, "Isn't she!" and his
eyes were fixed, not on stately Gertrude, or stalwart Bell, but on a
slender figure between them, that clung timidly to the rock, one hand
clasped in Peggy's. Also, it is to be noted that, when the song was
over, and Peggy made an exceptionally clean and graceful dive off the
rock, Phil exclaimed, "Jove! that was a corker!" to which John Ferrers
replied, "Yes; the sweetest contralto I ever heard."
* * * * *
"I never heard you sing better than you did last night," said Jack to
Bell. It was next morning, and he was stirring the porridge
industriously, while she mixed the johnny-cake.
[Illustration: "HE WAS STIRRING THE PORRIDGE INDUSTRIOUSLY, WHILE SHE
MIXED THE JOHNNY-CAKE."]
"So glad!" said Bell, simply. "I aim to please. I'd put in a little more
water, Jack, if I were you; it's getting too stiff."
Jack poured in the water, and stirred for some minutes in silence.
Presently he said: "I heard from those people last night."
"From the Conservatory? Oh, Jack! do tell me! I have been thinking so
much about it. Is it all right?"
"I think so," said Jack, slowly. "They offer me two thousand, and there
is an excellent chance for private pupils besides; I have decided to
accept it."
"Oh, Jack, how splendid! Oh, I am so glad! I knew it would come--the
chance--if you only had patience, and you surely have had it. How happy
Hilda will be!"
"Yes," said Jack, soberly. "I owe it to Hilda, every bit of it, as I owe
several other things. This, for example."
"This?" repeated Bell. "Meaning the porridge?"
She spoke lightly, yet there was an undertone of feeling in her voice.
"The porridge, and all the rest of it," said Ja
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