"Isn't it lovely, Mr.
Carrington, isn't it beautiful ?" "Very beautiful!" Carrington's glance was fixed on her face.
"If you don't care to see Belle Plain," began Betty, rather indignantly.
"No, I don't, Betty.

This is enough for me.

I'll come for that some other time if you'll be good enough to let me ?" "Then you expect to remain in the neighborhood ?" "I've given up the river, and I'm going to get hold of some land--" "Land ?" said Betty, with a rising inflection.
"Yes, land." "I thought you were a river-man ?" "I'm a river-man no longer.

I am going to be a planter now.

But I'll tell you why, and all about it some other day." Then he held out his hand.