As they passed on, just out of sight, Greg Holmes came along, talking animatedly with Miss Griffin. At sight of Laura, Greg halted, and the four young people chatted. At last Holmes and Miss Griffin passed on to speak to Belle.
"I feel as if I could spend an entire day on this beautiful spot," murmured Laura contentedly.
"Let me fix a seat for you," begged Dick, spreading his handkerchief on a flat rock.
Laura thanked him and sat down. Dick threw himself on the grass beside the rock.
Then Laura told him a lot of the home-town news, and they talked over the High School days to their hearts' content.
"I don't know that I've ever seen such a beautiful spot as it is right at this part of the walk," spoke Laura presently, after a few couples had strolled above them. "And such beautiful wild flowers! Look at the honeysuckle up there. I really wish I could get some of that to take back to the hotel. I could press it before it withered."
"It is easily enough obtained," smiled Dick, rising quickly.
"O-o-o-h! Don't, please!" called Miss Bentley uneasily, for Dick, after examining the face of the little cliff for footing, had begun to scale up toward the honeysuckle.
"Hold your parasol—-open," he directed, looking down with a smile.
In another moment he was tossing down the beautiful blossoms into the open parasol that Miss Bentley held upside down.