"I am sorry papa is coming so soon!" said Elizabeth, after she had stood awhile near the top, looking.
"Why I thought you wanted to go home," said her cousin.
"So I do; — but I don't want to go away from here."
"What do you want to stay for?"
"It is so lovely! —"
"What is so lovely?" asked Miss Cadwallader with a tone of mischief.
Elizabeth turned away and began to walk on, an expression of great disgust upon her face.
"I wish I was blessed with a companion who had three grains of wit!" she said.
Miss Cadwallader's light cloud of ill-humour, it seldom looked more, came on at this; and she pouted till they reached the fence of the ploughed field where the young men were at work. Here Elizabeth gave up her basket to Winifred; and creeping through the bars they all made for the nearest plough. It happened to be Winthrop's.
"What's the matter?" said he as they came up. "Am I wanted for guard or for oarsman?"