14/24 God bless you." Smirke nodded his head silently, and rode out of the lodge-gate: and Pen looked after him for a couple of minutes, until he disappeared down the road, and the clatter of the pony's hoofs died away. Helen was still lingering on the lawn waiting until the boy came back--she put his hair off his forehead and kissed it fondly. She was afraid he had been drinking too much wine. Why had Mr.Smirke gone away without any tea? |