Elfrida was a person hard to beat. She now flung down her handkerchief, and raised both her small white hands to her mouth.
"Coo-ee."
The old Australian call came sweetly from her lips, and rang as such a sweet call should, straight to where it was meant to go.
The young man in the field below stood still, glanced to right and left, and then direct to the right.
Yes; she was there! It was she who had called him.
Blount knew nothing of what had happened after he ran away yesterday from her displeasure.
He was quite near before he dared to look at her, and then his spirits went up with a bound. She had not heard, then!
She received him sweetly.
"Fancy your cutting me like that," said she.
"Cutting you?"