The whole swarm would be at his head now, he supposed; for instead of silencing the angry buzzing around his uncle's memory, he had probably raised a tumult which would deafen his own ears before it was over.

Here, as in other hours and scenes, his resolve had acted less as a restraint than as a spur which had impelled him to the opposite extreme of conduct.
Still rebuking his impulsiveness, he shouldered his gun again, and followed slowly in the direction Archie had taken.

The half bared willows by the brook distilled sparkling drops as the small red sun rose higher over the meadows, and it was against the shimmering background of foliage, that the figure of Blossom Revercomb appeared suddenly out of the mist.

Her scant skirts were lifted from the cobwebs on the grass, and her mouth was parted while she called softly after a cow that had strayed down to the willows.
"You, sir!" she exclaimed, and blushed enchantingly under the pearly dew that covered her face.

"One of our cows broke pasture in the night and we think she must have crossed the creek and got over on your side of the meadow.