If she had a little enterprise she'd branch out from here and meet a few people." "Yes, sir," said Wilbur.

"But that girl wants to go down to the camp." This was plain.

Patricia still danced, while Juliana remained firmly seated.
"I could go take her down," he continued.
"Why don't you ?" said his father, again stroking the golden moustache in sympathy for the unconscious Juliana.
So it befell that the Wilbur twin shyly approached the group by the felled tree, and the watching father saw the two children, after a moment's hesitancy on the part of Juliana, disappear from view over the crest of the ridge.

Dave continued to loll by the stile and to watch the waiting Juliana, thinking of gypsies and the pure joy of wandering.

He began to repeat some verses he had lately happened upon, murmuring them to a little mass of white clouds far off against the blue of the summer sky, where the pale bronze moon lonesomely hung.