Or flow’rs of foam?
We are in love’s hand to-day.”
So sang his heart in glad anticipation of its joy. Happiness had been so long absent, it must come now. Misery, despair, sorrow, were all forgotten—he lived again!
“You will be back to-night?” asked Margery, as she put a waterproof round Miss Lawson’s form. “You promise me?”
“I promise,” said Miss Lawson, briskly. “Ugh, what a day! Margery, take my advice; don’t go out.”
“It will not hurt me; I like the wind and the spray.”
“Then wrap up well. Pauline”—turning to the maid—“if her ladyship does go out, see that she puts on something sensible.”
“How little you trust me!” said Margery, with a faint smile. “But are you sensibly clad, may I ask?”
“Two shawls, a waterproof, goloshes, and an umbrella,” observed Miss Lawson, quietly. Inwardly she felt a thrill of satisfaction; Margery seemed brighter, more natural, more her old self to-day.