“I think he’d notice my white silk sash with the roses on it.”
“Well, I don’t, missie. But if he did, he’d only think it was very unsuitable for going up and down cliff-paths; and so it is, too. If you were to slip, why, you’d most likely ruin it for ever. Now be a good little girl, and if you want to please Mr. Winter or Mrs. Tucker with your looks, you’ll go in your nice clean print over-all and sun-hat. You shall wear a white belt about your waist, for fear you might trip on your loose frock going up that steep path.”
“‘Don’t let us look any more.’”
Loveday was not satisfied, but she was so pleased and excited at the thought of going to the big, mysterious house where the blinds were always drawn, and the master was never seen, that she had no room for any other feeling, and they started off in great good humour.
Aaron was so afraid that Loveday would remember and call him Adolphus again, that he did all he could to keep her mind off it, and talked incessantly, telling her such wonderful tales.
“If Mrs. Tucker doesn’t keep us too long,” said Aaron, “I’ll show you the Fairy Ring, where they come and dance every night at twelve o’clock. It is right on top of the cliff, and not far from Mr. Winter’s.”
“That will be lovely!” cried Loveday delightedly. “Let’s sit down for a minute; I’m tired.”
So they sat down on one of the little steps, and looked down and around and all about them. Already the cottage seemed ever so far off, and so tiny.
“It looks as if there could be only one little room in it, doesn’t it?” said Loveday. “And oh, how far away the sea looks, and that little boat! Why, it is quite a little teeny-tiny thing. Oh, don’t let’s look any more; it makes my head go round so.”