"Then they thinks they can carry on
for another year," said Stubbings despondingly. While this was
going on, Larry walked his favourite mare "Bicycle" on to the
ground, dressed with the utmost care, but looking very moody,
almost fierce, as though he did not wish anybody to speak to him.
Tony Tuppett, who had known him since a boy, nodded at him
affectionately, and said how glad he was to see him;--but even this
was displeasing to Larry. He did not see the girls on the bridge,
but took up his place near them. He was thinking so much of his own
unhappiness and of what he believed others would say of him, that
he saw almost nothing. There he sat on his mare, carrying out the
purpose to which he had been led by Mary's message, but wishing
with all his heart that he was back again, hidden within his own
house at the other side of the wood.
Mary, as soon as she saw him, blushed up to her eyes, then turning
round looked with wistful eyes into the face of the man she was
engaged to marry, and with rapid step walked across the bridge up
to the side of Larry's horse, and spoke to him with her sweet low
voice. "Larry," she said. He turned round to her very quickly,
showing how much he was startled. Then she put up her hand to him,
and of course he took it. "Larry, I am so glad to see you. Did papa
give you a message?"
"Yes, Miss Masters.
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