Seeing her watching him, he now chanted his little anthem in his best style.
"Very well," said Anne, aloud.
"Oh no; only so-so," said a voice below. She looked down, startled, It was Ward Heathcote.
CHAPTER XIV.
"From beginning to end it was all undeniable nonsense; but not necessarily the worse for that."—Nathaniel Hawthorne.
Heathcote was sitting under a tree by the brook-side, as though he had never been anywhere else.
"When did you come?" said Anne, looking down from her perch.