Highly
delighted with the plan Edith answered immediately that she would
come on the morrow, which was Friday. Richard did not offer to go,
owing in a great measure to the skillful management of Victor,
who, though he did not suggest Mr. Floyd and the western wood lot,
found some equally good excuse why his master's presence would,
that day of all others, be necessary at home.
The wild March winds by this time had given place to the warmer,
balmier air of April. The winter snow had melted from the
hillside, and here and there tufts of fresh young grass were seen
starting into life. It was just such a morning, in short, as is
most grateful to the young, and Edith felt its inspiriting
influence as she rode along the rather muddy road. Another there
was, too, who felt it; and as Edith sauntered slowly up the path,
entering this time upon the rear piazza instead of the front, she
heard again the soft, low voice which had sounded so mournful and
sweet when heard in the still moonlight. Looking up she saw that a
window of the Den was open, and through the lattice work a little
hand was thrust, as if beckoning her to come.
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