He advanced toward her. His shadow, falling on the grass at her feet, was the first token she had of his coming. With a quick, startled cry, she sprang to her feet in terror; but when she saw who it was that stood before her, she stopped short, while the color flushed gloriously to her rounded cheeks. Her first impression was: He has read my thoughts in my face, and knows I was thinking of him.
"Have I disturbed you, bright Christie?" he asked, coming nearer.
"Oh, no!" she answered, blushingly. "I was only waiting to rest a little while before going home."
"And dreaming, I perceive," said Willard. "May I ask, of what—of whom?"
"I wasn't dreaming," said Christie, innocently. "I was wide awake all the time."
"Day-dreaming, I mean," said Drummond, with a smile. "Do you know, fairest Christie, I have been at your cottage all the morning, waiting to see you?"
"To see me?" said Christie, with another quick, glad blush.
"And not finding you there, I have come in search of you," he continued.
"And found me," she said, laughing. "If I had known you were coming I should have staid at home."
"Perhaps it is better as it is, bright one; for I have found you alone. It is very pleasant to have found so fair companion on this lonely isle."