He sighed again, as she passed from his sight; and so left the garden.
Mr.Jinks was swaggering amiably toward town--Cloud was standing, like a statue, where his master had left him.

Verty, leaning one arm on the saddle, murmured: "Really, Redbud is getting prettier than ever, and I wonder if I am what Mr.Roundjacket calls 'in love' with her ?" Finding himself unable to answer this question, Verty shook his head wisely, got into the saddle, and set forward toward the town, Longears following duly in his wake..