I met Mabel Colton several times during the following week.

Once, at the place where I had met her before, in the grove by the edge of the bluff, and again walking up the Lane in company with her father.

Once also on the Lower Road, though that could scarcely be called a meeting, for I was afoot and she and her father and mother were in the automobile.
Only at the meeting in the grove were words exchanged between us.

She bowed pleasantly and commented on the wonderful view.
"I am trespassing again, you see," she said.

"Taking advantage of your good-nature, Mr.Paine.This spot is the most attractive I have found in Denboro." I observed that the view from her verandas must be almost the same.
"Almost, but not quite," she said.