Dorothy Dainty at the Mountains
Dorothy Dainty at the Mountains
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arded with a frown!
Floretta and her mother were not there, neither was Mrs. Dayne, but in a shady corner sat Mr. Cunningham.
Nancy ran in to take her flowers to Aunt Charlotte and Mrs. Hermanton.
Dorothy hesitated. She would have been even more timid, had she known how recently he had been offended.
He looked up from his book, frowned, then smiled and nodded pleasantly.
He had thought that Floretta had returned, and was pleasantly surprised to see Dorothy, instead.
Softly she crossed the piazza until she stood beside him.
"May I give you a few of these bluebells for your buttonhole?" she said. "They're only wild flowers, but they're pretty ones," she added, fearing that, after all, he might not care for them.
"Why, thank you, my dear. I surely would like them, especially as they are offered me by a real little lady."
He placed the cluster that she offered him in his lapel, as he spoke, and looked to Dorothy for approval.
"They are wild flo
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