But I can't help being a little excited, can I?
Because it is terrible to love a banker-uncle, as I love you, and at
the same time to love a genius-man, as I love my man, and--and--not know
what you two dearest men in the world are going to do to each other."
And, at this, the girl's arms were about his neck again, and the girl's
head went down on his shoulder; and he felt her cheek hot with blushes
against his and a very suspicious drop of moisture slipped down inside
his collar.
When he had held Betty Jo very close for a while, and had whispered
comforting things in her ear, and had smiled over her shoulder at his
old teacher, the banker sent the girl to find her lover while he should
have a serious talk with Auntie Sue.
The long shadows of the late afternoon were on the mountain-side when
Brian Kent and Betty Jo came down the hill to the little log house by
the river.
The girl had said to him simply, "You are to come, now, Brian;--Auntie
Sue and Mr. Ward sent me to tell you."
She was very serious, and as they walked together clung closely to his
arm. And the man, too, seeming to feel the uselessness of words for such
an occasion, was silent. When he helped her over the rail-fence at the
lower edge of the clearing, he held her in his arms for a little; then
they went on.
They saw the beautiful, tree-clad hills lying softly outlined in the
shadows like folds of green and timeworn velvet, extending ridge
on ridge into the blue.
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