He was little
weatherwise, and he shook his head sceptically. Nevertheless it was
a chance, and he took it, as he had taken a great many others.
XXXIV
To Carroll's delight, Orde returned unexpectedly from the woods late
that night. He was so busy these days that she welcomed any chance
to see him. Much to his disappointment, Bobby had been taken duck-
hunting by his old friend, Mr. Kincaid. Next morning, however, Orde
told Carroll his stay would be short and that his day would be
occupied.
"I'd take old Prince and get some air," he advised. "You're too
much indoors. Get some friend and drive around. It's fine and
blowy out, and you'll get some colour in your cheeks."
After breakfast Carroll accompanied her husband to the front door.
When they opened it a blast of air rushed in, whirling some dead
leaves with it.
"I guess the fine weather's over," said Orde, looking up at the sky.
A dull lead colour had succeeded the soft gray of the preceding
balmy days. The heavens seemed to have settled down closer to the
earth. A rising wind whistled through the branches of the big maple
trees, snatching the remaining leaves in handfuls and tossing them
into the air. The tops swayed like whips.
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