She wished Earle would meet them, and go into a spasm of jealousy. But Earle was spared that experience, and only Mark, Patty, and Mattie Brace were at the farm-house, to be dazzled with the beauty's conquest.
Arrived at the gate, Doris turned with proud humility to her escort.
"This is my home. I do not like it. Most people think the place pretty."
"It is a paradise!" said Leslie, enthusiastically.
"Then it must have a serpent in it," quoth Doris.
"I hope not," said Leslie.
"It has. I have felt it bite!"
Mark Brace, with natural courtesy, came from the door to meet them.
"This is an artist that I met at the knoll," said Doris, calmly. "He is looking for subjects for pictures. I think he mentioned his name was Mr. Leslie, and he wishes to paint me."
"Wants a picture of you, my darling!" said honest Mark, his face lighting with a smile. "Then he shows his good taste. Walk in, sir; walk in. Let us ask my wife."