"I should so much like to sit by your side!" said poor Craven, with a disappointed look.
"Don't you see, my dear, it is quite impossible? The service, however, is short, and I will join you immediately after it."
And as they talked they went in and sat down on the porch.
"This is a pretty little old-fashioned cottage. Don't you think so?" inquired the beauty, as they looked around them.
"Very pretty," agreed her victim, who would equally have agreed to anything she might have proposed.
"Look what a fine luxuriant garden it has behind it, all growing wild with neglect."
"Yes."
"And the orchard back of that. See the trees bending under their loads of ripening apples or peaches."
"Yes. It's a wonder the boys don't go in and steal them."
"No boy would enter there for love or money."