“No; only a day or two—over Sunday. I shall start from the Green Dragon for home next Monday morning.”
“Do you have melocotoons in Rumford?” she asked, looking up to the luscious fruit, ripening above them.
“Not yet; we have some young trees, but they are not in bearing.”
“I should like to send a basket of fruit to your sister, if agreeable to you. Pompey will take it to the tavern Monday morning.”
“You are very kind. I will take it with pleasure, and you may be sure Rachel will appreciate your goodness.”
He comprehended her proposition,—that it was her delicate way of giving emphasis to her thanks for what he had done.
“Mr. Walden, I shall always be pleased to see you. I would like to hear more about what you see in nature, and the sermons that are preached to you.”
Berinthia and Major Evelyn joined them. The band had ceased playing, and the last of the guests were departing.
“I hope you have had an enjoyable afternoon,” said Mr. Newville.