“Now all in favor say ‘Aye,’” said Corona.
They all said “Aye,” except Mrs. Perkenpine, who said “Me.”
CHAPTER XIX
MARGERY’S BREAKFAST
Very early the next morning Margery pushed wide open the window of her studio chamber. The sash was a large one, and opened outward on hinges. She looked out upon the dewy foliage, she inhaled the fragrance of the moist morning air, she listened to the song of some early birds, and then, being dressed for the day, she got on a chair, stepped on the window-sill, and jumped out. She walked quietly round the cabin and went out towards the lake. She had never seen the woods so early in the day. All the space between the earth and the sky seemed filled with an intoxicating coolness. She took off her hat and carried it in her hand; the sun was not yet high enough to make it necessary to put anything between him and her.
“This is what I am,” said Margery to herself as she stepped blithely on. “I never knew before what I am. I am really a dryad under difficulties.”
Presently, to her amazement and his amazement, she saw Martin. She went towards him.
“Oh, Martin,” she said, “are you up so early?”