For once Sandy was absolutely speechless.ST. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL, LONDON, AND LUDGATE HILL, AS IT WAS.
ONE:He naturally did not foresee anything serious, and he only said, "Well?" and began to fill his pipe from a[Pg 83] buckskin pouch, cleverly sketched in inks with Indian scenes. "By the way," he interrupted as she started to speak, "what do you think of this?" He held it out to her. "That fellow Cairness, who wouldn't stay to luncheon that day, did it for me. We camped near his place a couple of days. And he sent you a needle-case, or some such concern. It's in my kit." She looked at the pouch carefully before she gave it back; then she clasped her hands under her head again and gazed up at the manta of the ceiling, which sagged and was stained where the last cloud-burst had leaked through the roof.
TWO:This sound, so insistent, so prolonged, began, at last, to make an impression. Now what can that be? he wondered, becoming strained in his effort to make his ears serve him to the fullest degree.
[Pg 227]Mr. Everdails cousin, Miss Serena, evidently hearing the voices, came out on the veranda and listened.He bit his lip and did not reply, either to the words or to the caress. "You need a month of the mountains, I think," he said.
