A frontier knight

“A GIRL WHO SAT—ON A LOW STOOL.”
A STORY OF EARLY TEXAN BORDER-LIFE
BY AMY E. BLANCHARD
ILLUSTRATED BY WILLIAM F. STECHER
W. A. WILDE COMPANY BOSTON AND CHICAGO
Copyrighted 1905 By W. A. Wilde Company All rights reserved
A Frontier Knight
A FRONTIER KNIGHT
THE sun was shining gloriously across level sweeps of blue-grass meadow-land, and sending its beams through the windows of a plain, substantial, country house, where it made squares of brightness on the whitewashed walls, sharply outlining the shadows, and touching to gold the fair hair of a girl who sat motionless on a low stool near the window. She was thinking intently and did not heed the entrance of an older girl who glanced at her with a smile and began to busy herself about the room.
Finally the girl at the window gave a deep sigh and stretched her hands above her head. “Oh, is it dinner time, Christine?” she said.
“Very near,” was the reply. “What a brown study you were in, Alison; you must have been miles away.”
“And so I was. I must decide, you know.”