'Or, if you do, Zita, may I be near you to laugh your fears away. No, not laugh—kiss them away, as I do now.'
'Mark! you are a naughty boy! I did not think it of you.'
The roses had come back, and the glow was returned, and in one cheek deeper than the other.
CHAPTER XIII
PIP BEAMISH
'DO go on and leave me alone,' said Zita.
Then again the young man sped forward with the sledge, at full speed on his skates. There was a glow of something more than health—something more than the reaction produced by the fresh wind—in his cheeks.
'Here's a joke!' exclaimed Mark, stopping for a moment. 'I see quite a throng round Beamish's mill.'