The poetical works of Mr.Alexander Pope lay at a distance, face down.

The sky between the broad catalpa leaves was very blue, and a long ray of sunshine sifted through to gild the tendrils of Miss Dandridge's hair and to slide in brightness down her flowery gown.

She glanced at the young man striding towards her from the house, then again admired the dandelion.
Fairfax Cary stooped, picked up Pope, and regarded the open pages with disfavour.

"And at home he probably reads only The Complete Farrier--on Sundays maybe the Gentleman's Magazine or The Book of Dreams!" "Who ?" asked Unity.
"My rival.

If he read Greek, he would yet be my rival and an ignorant fellow." "He does read Greek," said Miss Dandridge severely, "and 'ignorant fellow' is the last thing that could be applied to him.