"Come again, and we'll hunt for some together," said the child, with
instant response of cordiality.
"I will come--if I possibly can," was Leslie's last word, and then she
and Dakie Thayne hurried back to the wagon.
The Haddens had just got in again upon their side. They were full of
exclamations about the wonderful view up and down the long
valley-reaches.
"You needn't tell _me_!" cried Elinor, in high enthusiasm. "I don't care
a bit for the geography of it. That great aisle goes straight from Lake
Umbagog to the Sound!"
"It is a glorious picture," said Mrs. Linceford. "But I've had a little
one, that you've lost. You've no idea, Leslie, what a lovely tableau you
have been making,--you and Dakie, with that old woman and the blowzy
child!"
Leslie blushed.
"You'll never look prettier, if you try ever so hard."
"Don't, Mrs. Linceford!"
"Why not?" said Jeannie. "It's only a pity, I think, that you couldn't
have known it at the time. They say we don't know when we're happiest;
and we _can't_ know when we're prettiest; so where's the satisfaction?"
"That's part of your mistake, Jeannie, perhaps," returned her sister.
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