The Third Violet

unter, of course. But the maiden's father was, of course, a stern old chief, and when the question of his daughter's marriage came up, he, of course, declared that the maiden sh

as he had said. And, of course, the maiden wept." After Hawker had waited for some

Listen," she said, "they're callin

himmering tree-tops, they saw Hollanden waving his arms.

down a blessed steep place. She seemed rather pensive. The route to luncheon was very long. Suddenly he took a seat on an old tree,

here she was provisionally helpless. "Hu

utiously behind them. He now stood wagging hi

is hand and pondered deject

aid; "they're

ehow he gained the impression that they all quite fancied him, and it followed that bei

Hollanden navigated various parties around to where they could hear the great hollow roar of th

Fanhall were left alone staring at the white bubbles that floated solemnly on the black water. A

rning toward him, she said, "If you will b

. The Worcester girls tried to induce Hollanden to sing, and in consequence there was quarrell

on the way home from the inn to the farm.

es

from thence to your trousers. But this was a good little picnic." He g

and tragically. "Y

with you?" a

m with that girl I'm such a blockhead. I'm not so stupid, Hollie. You

tedly at his pipe. "May

nversation with her, I tell you, I am as interesting as an iron dog." His

some fellows that way," he said. "And, of course, it must be deuced annoying. Stran

ered Hawker. "All those confounde

with sudden brightness, "maybe you are not a blockhead, after all. You are on the inside, you know, and you

mly, "and you suppose

p!" said Hollanden, in a

antly to the wind. Stanley, the setter, took it upon himself to discover some menacing presence in

I came up here this season to work, and I hav

ove sets fire to your geniu

hanged

that a popular impression was true," he said, "but it's all

I couldn't moon

didn't mean m