“Let us forget that charming lady for awhile. What time can you meet me to-morrow, May, and where?”
“I heard my father’s wife say she was going somewhere to-morrow afternoon with my father, so I can come any time.”
“Come here at three o’clock, then, my dear little girl.”
John Temple spoke very tenderly, and felt very tenderly to the fair young girl by his side. He took both her hands in his; he smilingly admired the offending hat.
“So this is the new picture hat, is it?” he said. “By Mrs. Layton’s account, May, you are going straight on the road to perdition for wearing it.”
“And my father’s wife found fault with it, too,” answered May, smiling. “What do you think of it?”
“I think it charming; only the face beneath it is so much more charming that I can not admire it long.”
“How you are flattering me!”
At this moment Hal Churchill’s rosy face appeared above from the other side of the hedge, and though it did not remain long, his observations induced him to remark to his brother Willie: