按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
re and throws his heart wide open for every beautiful thing that can crowd into it。 That's the kind of a man I want to be。 Oh！ I'm so glad I saw him。〃
Margaret was silent。 She was walking ahead； her staff in her hand； the fallen trunks and heavy under… brush making it difficult for them to walk abreast。
〃Do you think that he never had to work； to be able to enjoy himself as he does？〃 she asked over her shoulder； with a toss of her head。
〃Perhapsbut he loved what he was doing。〃
〃No； he didn'the hated ithated it all his life。〃 The tone carried a touch of defiance that was new to Oliver。 He stepped quickly after her； with a sudden desire to look into her face。 Ten minutes； at least； had passed during which he had seen only the back of her head。
Margaret heard his step behind her and quickened her own。 Something was disturbing the joyousness of our young Diana this lovely summer morning。
〃What did the old fellow do for a living； Margaret？〃 Oliver called； still trying to keep up with Margaret's springing step。
〃Sold lard and provisions； and over the counter； too；〃 she answered； with a note almost of exultation in her voice （she was thinking of Mrs。 Horn and Kennedy Square）。 〃Mrs。 Taft knows him and used to send him her bacon。 He retired rich some years ago； and now he can sing all day if he wants to。〃
It was Oliver's turn to be silent。 The tones of Margaret's voice had hurt him。 For some minutes he made no reply。 Then wheeling suddenly he sprang over a moss…covered trunk that blocked her path； stepped in front of her； and laid his hand on her shoulder。
〃Not offended； Margaret； are you？〃 he asked； looking earnestly into her eyes。
〃Nowhat nonsense！ Of course not。 Why do you ask？〃
〃Well； somehow you spoke as if you were。〃
〃No； I didn't； I only said how dear Mr。 Burton was； and he IS。 How silly you are！ Comewe will be late for the camp。〃
They both walked on in silence； now； he ahead this time； brushing aside the thick undergrowth that blocked the path。
The exultant tones in her voice which had hurt her companion； and which had escaped her unconsciously； still rang in her own ears。 She felt ashamed of the outburst now as she watched him cutting the branches ahead of her； and thought how gentle and tender he had always been to her and how watchful over her comfort。 She wondered at the cause of her frequent discontent。 Then； like an evil spirit that would not down； there arose in her mind； as she walked on； the picture she had formed of Kennedy Square。 She thought of his mother's imperious nature absorbing all the love of his heart and inspiring and guiding his every action and emotion； of the unpractical fathera dreamer and an enthusiast； the worst possible example he could have； of the false standards and class distinctions which had warped his early life and which were still dominating him。 With an abrupt gesture of impatience she stood still in the path and looked down upon the ground。 An angry flush suffused her face。
〃What a stupid fool you are； Margaret Grant；〃 she burst out impatiently。 〃What are Kennedy Square and the whole Horn family to you？〃
Oliver's halloo brought her to consciousness。
〃Here's that slant； Margaretoh； such a lovely spot！ Hurry up。〃
〃The slant〃 had been built between two great trees and stood on a little mound of earth surrounded by beds of velvety green mosshuge green winding sheets； under which lay the bodies of many giant pines and hemlocks。 The shelter was made of bark and bedded down with boughs of sweet…balsam。 Outside； on a birch sapling； supported by two forked sticks； hung a rusty kettle。 Beneath the rude spit； half…hidden by the growth of the summer； lay the embers of the abandoned camp…fires that had warmed and comforted Hank and his companions the preceding winter。
Oliver raked the charred embers from under the tangled vines that hid them； while Margaret peeled the bark from a silver…birch for kindling。 Soon a curl of blue smoke mounted heavenward； hung suspended over the tree…tops； and then drifted away in scarfs of silver haze dimming the forms of the giant trunks。
Our young enthusiast watched the Diaz of a wood interior turn slowly into a Corot； and with a cry of delight was about to unstrap his own and Margaret's sketching…kits； when the sun was suddenly blotted out by a heavy cloud； and the quick gloom of a mountain…storm chilling the sunlit vista to a dull slate gray settled over the forest。 Oliver walked over to the brook for a better view of the sky； and came back bounding over the moss…covered logs as he ran。 There was not a moment to lose if they would escape being drenched to the skin。
The outlook was really serious。 Old Bald Face had not only lost his smilea marvelously happy one with the early sun upon his wrinkled countenance but he had put on his judgment…cap of gray clouds and had begun to thunder out his disapproval of everything about him。 Moose Hillock evidently heard the challenge； for he was answering back in the murky darkness。 Soon a cold； raw wind； which had been asleep in the hills for weeks； awoke with a snarl and started down the gorge。 Then the little leaves began to quiver； the big trees to groan； in their anxiety not knowing what the will of the wind would be； and the merry little waves that had chased each other all the morning over the sunny shallows of the brook； grew ashy pale as they looked up into the angry face of the Storm…God； and fled shivering to the shore。
Oliver whipped out his knife； stripped the heavy outer bark from a white birch； and before the dashing rain could catch up with the wind； had repaired the slant so as to make it water…tightHank had taught him thisthen he started another great fire in front of the slant and threw fresh balsam boughs on the bed that had rested Hank's tired limbs； and he and Margaret crept in and were secure。
The equanimity of Margaret's temper； temporarily disturbed by her vivid misconception of Kennedy Square； was restored。 The dry shelter； the warm fire； the sense of escape from the elements； all filled her heart with gladness。 Never since the day she met him on the bridge had she been so happy。 Again； as when Oliver championed her in the old Academy school…room； there stole over her a vague sense of pleasure in being protected。
〃Isn't it jolly！〃 she said as she sat hunched up beside him。 〃I'm as dry as a bone； not a drop on me。〃
Oliver was even more buoyant。 There was something irresistibly cosey and comfortable in the shelter which he had provided for hersomething of warmth and companionship and rest。 But more intensely enjoyable than all was the thought that he was taking care of a woman for the first time in his life； as it seemed to him。 And in a house of his own making； and in a place； too； of his own choosing； surrounded by the big trees that he loved。 He had even outwitted the elementsthe wind and the rain and the chillin her defence。 Old Moose Hillock could bellow now and White Face roar； and the wind and rain vent their wrath； but Margaret； close beside him； would still be warm and dry and safe。
By this time she had hung her tam…o'…shanter and jacket on a nail that she had found in the bark over her head； and was arranging her hai