Clayton followed, but the room was so dark he
could see nothing.
Easter! " he called. There was no answer, but he was suddenly
seized about the neck by a pair of unseen arms and kissed by
unseen lips twice in fierce succession, and before he could turn
and clasp the girl she was laughing softly in the next room, with a
barred door between them. Clayton waited patiently several
minutes, and then asked:
Easter, aren't you ready?
Not yit-not yet!" She corrected herself with such vehemence that
Clayton laughed. She came out presently, and blushed when
Clayton looked her over from head to foot with astonishment. She
was simply and prettily dressed in white muslin; a blue ribbon was
about her throat, and her hair was gathered in a Psyche knot that
accented the classicism of her profile. Her appearance was really
refined and tasteful. When they went out on the porch he noticed
that her hands had lost their tanned appearance. Her feet were
slippered, and she wore black stockings. He remembered the book
of fashion-plates he had once sent her; it was that that had
quickened her instinct of dress. He said nothing, but the happy
light in Easter's face shone brighter as she noted his pleased and
puzzled gaze.
Why, ye look like another man," said Easter's mother, who had
been looking Clayton over with a quizzical smile.
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