The gentleman is kom to-morrow to make a picksher on Corwen and me." Valmai could not resist a smile at Shoni's English, which broke the ice between her and Gwynne Ellis; and as Shoni disappeared round the corner of the barn, she gave him her hand, frankly saying: "Good-bye, Mr.Ellis; I must go in to tea." "Good-bye," he said, "I will venture to bring my paints to-morrow to Corwen's field.

And you--you will keep your promise to come and make the daisy chain ?" "Well, indeed, I can't promise, but I will try, whatever." "And then you will honour me by looking over my portfolio." "And the Vicar objects to that girl," he exclaimed to himself, as he proceeded down the path to the shore.

"What a sweet, sensitive mouth! Oh, Cardo, Cardo Wynne, I can only say, as I said before, you are a lucky dog!" He had wondered what had become of Cardo, but with his full appreciation of a secret love-affair, had had too much tact to ask Valmai, and was not much surprised to find him lying at full length on the sandy beach.
"Well, Wynne," he said, pretending to sulk a little, "you _did_ leave me in the lurch." "Leave you in the lurch! my dear fellow, do forgive me.

To tell the truth I forgot all about you until Valmai went indoors to find her uncle.

I waited to see if she would come out again, but she never did.
I believe she was waiting until I had gone; she's dreadfully chary of her company." "Another charm," said Ellis; "one would get tired of an angel who was always _en evidence_.