"
Miss Schenectady did not smile, but Joe laughed outright.
"A Bible and a pair of old boots!" she cried.
"Yes, I would," said her aunt. "Old Tom Sherwood cannot have seen a Bible
for fifty years, I expect, and it might sort of freshen him up." The old
lady's eye twinkled slightly and the corners of her mouth twitched a
little. "As for the old boots, if you conclude to go, you will want them,
for you will be right out in the country there."
Joe laughed again, but she took her aunt's advice; and on the following
day she reached Newport, and was met by Sybil and Ronald, who conveyed her
to Sherwood in a thing which Joe learned was called a "carryall."
Late in the afternoon, when Ronald was gone, the two girls sat in an angle
of the old walls, looking over the sea to eastward. The glow of the
setting sun behind them touched them softly, and threw a rosy color upon
Joe's pale face, and gilded Sybil's bright hair, hovering about her brows
in a halo of radiant glory. Joe looked at her and wondered at the change
love had wrought in so short a time.
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