Would you prefer being refused under a cherry tree, or under a sycamore ?" There was a little smile on her lips as she said this, which Lawrence could not interpret.
"I decline being refused under any tree," he said with vehemence.
"I prefer the cherry tree," said she, "there is a very pretty one over there on the ridge of this hill, and its leaves are nearly all gone, which would make it quite appropriate--but what is the meaning of this?
There comes Peggy.

It isn't possible that she thinks it's time for me to give out something to Aunt Judy." Croft turned, and there was the wooden Peggy, marching steadily up the hill, and almost upon them.
"What do you want, Peggy ?" asked Miss Roberta.
"Dar's a man down to de house dat wants him," pointing to Mr Croft.
Lawrence was very much surprised.

"A man who wants me!" he exclaimed.
"You must be mistaken." "No sah," replied Peggy, "you's de one." For a moment Lawrence hesitated.

His disposition was to let any man in the world, be he president or king, wait until he had settled this matter with Miss March.

But with Peggy present it was impossible to go on with the love-making.