Once again the girl's supple body rose from the hips, and she searched the ferns on every side. For several minutes she lay quite still in the same position. Then, perhaps fifty feet on her left, a head rose above the tall fronds, and then a body followed it. Next instant a dark figure was hurrying back toward the spring.
Jessamy waited until sight and sound of it were no more, then rose and ran with all her might toward the house.
She slipped in at her private door, hustled out of her clothes, and began donning her gorgeous red dress again.
"So Old Man Selden always shoots straight from the shoulder, eh?" she muttered. "Piffle! When he wants to be he's a regular Barkis-is-willin'!"
In the midst of her dressing her mother tapped.
"Jessamy, where have you been?" she asked. "Mr. Selden and Mr. Drew are in the living room now. I've knocked twice, but you didn't answer."
"I was outdoors," Jessamy replied. "I'm dressing now. I'll be right out."
And a minute or two later Oliver Drew gasped and his blue eyes grew wide as a silk-garbed figure, with a red rose in her raven hair, glided toward him.
Yea, even as the girl in red had planned that he should gasp!