"You may as well laugh!" he said. "One cannot get through the world without occasionally hearing frightful suggestions."
Faith did laugh, and gave him another good little look, about which the only remarkable thing was that it was afraid to stay.
"What were your cloudy remarks just now?" said Mr. Linden.
"I wanted you to look at the beautiful light on them and those far-off ridges of hill—it is not gone yet."
"Yes, they are very beautiful. But I believe I am not in a meditative mood to-day,—or else the rival colours distract me. Faith, I mean to put you in the witness-box again."
"In the witness-box?"—she said with a mental jump to Neanticut, and a look to suit.
"Yes—but we are not on the banks of Kildeer river, and need not be afraid," he said with a smile. "Faith—what ever made you take such an aversion to Phil Davids?"
"I don't dislike him,"—she said softly.
"I did not mean to doubt your forgiving disposition! But what did he do to displease you?"
Did Mr. Linden know? or did he not know! Faith looked up to see. He was just disentangling one of the lines from Jerry's tail, but met her look with great composure.