Лето

VIII

           “You’llsaygood-byeformetoVerena?”

           Sheheardtheclosingoftheouterdoorandthesoundofhisquicktreadalongthepath.Thelatchofthegateclickedafterhim.

           Thenextmorningwhenshearoseinthecolddawnandopenedhershuttersshesawafreckledboystandingontheothersideoftheroadandlookingupather.HewasaboyfromafarmthreeorfourmilesdowntheCrestonroad,andshewonderedwhathewasdoingthereatthathour,andwhyhelookedsohardatherwindow.Whenhesawherhecrossedoverandleanedagainstthegateunconcernedly.Therewasnoonestirringinthehouse,andshethrewashawloverhernight-gownandrandownandletherselfout.Bythetimeshereachedthegatetheboywassaunteringdowntheroad,whistlingcarelessly;butshesawthataletterhadbeenthrustbetweentheslatsandthecrossbarofthegate.Shetookitoutandhastenedbacktoherroom.

           Theenvelopeborehername,andinsidewasaleaftornfromapocket-diary.

           DEARCHARITY:

           Ican’tgoawaylikethis.IamstayingforafewdaysatCrestonRiver.WillyoucomedownandmeetmeatCrestonpool?Iwillwaitforyoutillevening.

           

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