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"Never saw finer lines than her's," agreed Landon. "You're sure you don't mind gettin' that word to Swanson now, Billy?",What could such an association as this end[Pg 450] in, but in such a love between the two as must prove irresistible sooner or later as an appeal?,"I do, sir.",A long time Wilson stood pondering. When at length he bestirred himself a full moon swam above a transfigured world. A silvery sheen swept softly the open spaces; through the trees the white bay-waters shimmered; the clearing fires had receded to mere sparks with silvery smoke trails stretching straight up towards a starred infinity.,These and a few further words brought them to the gateway of Old Harbour House. They entered and found Miss Acton in the dining-room.,"Teacher," he said. "She's gotta be told about this. You know how she always hoped——",Mr Lawrence arched his eyebrows. Certainly he did not recognise the sweet and sympathetic Lucy Acton in these questions.,"As a gentleman!" said Captain Acton, who followed his daughter's words with mingled impatience and wonder.,"No, madam. He is ashore getting his dinner.",She gazed into his radiant face with serious eyes. "But Frank," she whispered, "it may be cold and dismal next week, I—I always thought that I should like our wedding to be—-",A blue-jay and a yellow-hammer flashed by him, side by side, racing for the grubbing-fields of the soft woods below, their blue and yellow bodies marking twin streaks against the hazy light. Blue and yellow, truly the most wonderful colors of all the colorful world, thought Billy. The scene faded and in its place grew up a face with blue, laughing eyes and red, smiling lips, above which gleamed a halo of spun gold. Then the woodland picture swam back before him and the squirrel, which with the characteristic patience of its kind had waited to watch this boy who often threw it a nut-kernel, called after him chidingly as he dipped down into the valley.,Maurice shook his head. "It's maybe a cow!" he guessed hopefully..