"You are too pale, and these will give you colour," he said in a cool, critical tone.
Anna took them from his hand rather shyly.

She had put on her daintiest white frock in his honour, but the rosebuds savoured of vanity to her.
She never disputed Malcolm's opinion on any subject, but as she adjusted the flowers she gave Mrs.Herrick a deprecating glance, which the latter met with an indulgent smile.
"No, dear, you look very nice," she observed, as though in reply to this mute question; "you are not at all too smart.

Now I must go and read my letters.

Have a good time, children; and, Malcolm, remember Anna must not be overtired," and then Mrs.Herrick nodded cheerfully and withdrew to the library.

Anna ran off to put on her hat, while Malcolm read his paper.
They went first to Lincoln's Inn, and Anna stood on the wide steps looking at the pigeons fluttering over the old buildings, quite unaware, in her innocent excitement--though Malcolm was not--that many an admiring glance rested on her.
In spite of her lack of beauty, Anna's pretty girlish figure and youthful grace often attracted people--her expression was so guileless and sweet, and the fair fluffy hair so softly tinted; and as she stood there in the morning sunshine, in her white gown and shady hat, Malcolm felt secretly proud of his young companion, and his manner became still more affectionate.
They interviewed Malachi, and to Anna's delight Malcolm put him through his paces.