The gay party went out in the grove, and wandering about in the brilliant October sunlight, gathered primroses and other autumn flowers, which, making into bunches, they topped with fine slender, palm-like golden rods:—and so, passing on, came to the old glen behind, and just beneath the acclivity which made the western horizon of Apple Orchard.
"Look what a lovely tulip tree!" said Fanny, laughing, "and here is the old lime-kiln—look!"
Ralph smiled.
"I am looking,"—he said.
"You are not!"
"Yes—at you."
"I asked you to look at the old kiln—"
"I prefer your charming face, my heart's treasure."
Redbud laughed, and turning her white, tender face, to the dreamy,
Verty said:
"Are they not affectionate, Verty?"