The Yale expositor., 1910-03-04


her hands lightly brushing the lush
grass that seemed to leap up to touch
them. She had not seen me, and /
drew back a little for love of the pic
ture she made.
She paused abruptly midway OF the
daisies, and 1 walked toward her slow
ly-it must have been slowly--and l
think we were both glad OF a mo-
ment's respite in which TO study each
other. Then she spoke at once, as
though our meeting had been prear-
ranged.
Il hoped should see you," she said.
gravely.
II had every intention OF seeing
you! l was killing time until / felt
l might decently lift the latch of Red
Gate"
She inspected me with her hands
clasped behind her.
please don't look at me like that"
/ laughed Il camped in a barn last
night for fear l shouldn't get here in
time"
81 wish TO speak to you for few
minutes-to tell you what you may
have guessed about us-my father and
me-"
Eyes; if you like; but only to help
you If can. 1t is not necessary for
you to tell me anything"
She turned and led the way across
the daisy field. She walked swiftly,
holding back her skirts from the
crowding flowers, traversed the garden
of Red Gate, and continued down to
the houseboat.
1--WE can be quiet here" she said,
throwing open the door. my father
is at Tippecanoe village, shipping one
of his canoes. We are early risers,
you see!"
She grew grave again.
Il have important things to say to
see me in the broadcast of of daylight,
so that"-she pondered a moment, as
though to be sure of expressing her.
self clearly-"so that when you see
Helen Holbrook in an hour or 50 in
that pretty garden by the lake you
will understand that it was not really
Rosalind after all hat-that-amused
you!"
But the daylight is not helping that
idea. Your are marvelously alike, and
yet" l fioundered miserably in my
uncertainty.
"Then"-and she smiled at my dis
comfiture, IF you can't tell us apart, it
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see me again or not. You see, Mr.
but did you ever tell me what your
name is? Well, / know it, anyhow.
Mr.. Donovan"
The little workable was between
us. and on it lay the foil which her
father had snatched from the wall the
night before. / still stood, gazing
down at Rosalind. Fashion, / saw,
had done something for the amazing
resemblance. She wore her hair in
the pompadour of the day, with ex-
actly Helen's sweep; and her white
gown was identical with that worn
that year by thousands of young WON
en-. She had even the same gestures,
the same little way of resting her
had; and before she spoke she moved
her head a trihe TO one side, with a
pretty suggestion of just having been
startled from a reverie, that was Hell
ems trick precisely.
She forgot for a moment our serious
affairs, to which was not in the least
anxious to turn, in her amusement at
my perplexity.
1T must be even more extraordinary
than / imagined. | have not seen
Helen for seven years. She is my
cousin; and when we were children to-
gether at Stamford our mothers used
to dress us alike to further the re-
semblance. Our mothers, you may not
know, were not only sisters; they
were twin sisters! But Helen is, /
think, a trifie taller than am. This
little mark'-she touched the peak
is really very curious. But our moth
ers and our grandmothers had it. And
you see that / speak little more rap
idly than she does--at least that used
to be the case. l don't know my
grown-up cousin at all. We probably
have different tastes. temperaments.
and all that"
Il am positive of it," / exclaimed;
yet / was really sure of nothing, save
that l was talking to an exceedingly
pretty girl, who was amazingly like an
other very pretty girl whom / knew
much better.
you are her guardian, so to speak.
Mr. Donovan. You are taking care OF
my Aunt Pat end my cousin. Just
low that came about don't know"
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