"You have been away again?" she asked presently, looking down at the wild
white lilies which she had been gathering.
"Yes, I was in Boston yesterday," answered Ronald, who had immediately
begun to help in plucking the flowers. "I went to see Joe. She looks
dreadfully knocked up with the heat, poor child."
And so they talked about Joe and Boston for a little while, and Sybil sat
upon the steps of the summer-house on the side where there was shade from
the hot morning sun, while Ronald brought her handfuls of the white
lilies. At last there were enough, and he came and stood before her. She
was so radiantly lovely as she sat in the warm shade with the still
slanting sunlight just falling over her white dress, he thought her so
super-humanly beautiful that he stood watching her without thinking of
speaking or caring that she should speak to him. She looked up and smiled,
a quick bright smile, for she was woman enough to know his thoughts. But
she busied herself with the lilies and looked down again.
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