“When Larrie opened the gate she was flitting about the flower beds.”
The Story of a Baby.] [[Page 40].
He had pictured her coming to his side with eyes all wet and sorry, and asking forgiveness for being so naughty and childish. [p 41] ]He had decided to forgive her after a time, but to show her first, quietly and gravely, how much in error she had been. And now—
‘Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly!
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.’
and a whole gamut of lilts and trills of her own introduction.
Larrie closed his lips very tightly and strode past her into the house.
‘I might have known she would turn into that kind of woman,’ he muttered, casting off his straw hat in the dining-room. ‘A man never knows a girl till he’s married to her, she never shows herself in a true light before.’
He went into an adjoining bedroom for a linen coat to get cool in.