“I had much rather take the walk to-day. Some day, I shall want to go to your church.”
“There, papa is ready, I hear him in the hall. Get your hat, Miss Vernon.”
“But you forget he has not yet invited me.”
“Dawn, ask Miss Vernon whether she will take a walk with us, or go to church?” said Mr. Wyman, at that moment calling from the foot of the stairs.
Miss Vernon was not long in making known her choice, for she sprang and put on her hat, and in a few moments the three were walking through the garden towards the woods and fields.
“Which direction, Miss Vernon, shall we take?”
“Any; it's all lovely.”
“Then lead the way, Dawn, and mind you act as a good pilot, and do not get us into any brooks.”
She ran gaily on before, and they soon found themselves on the verge of a rich, mossy dell.
“O, is it not beautiful, papa? I shall carry all this lovely moss home.”