Dorrigan
L The Other Candlestick
LI In the Adirondacks
LII Extracts from the Letters of Norman Westfall
LIII By Mic-co's Pool
LIV On the Westfall Lake
ILLUSTRATIONS
"Excellency, as a gentleman who is not a coward it behooves you to
explain." . . . _Frontispiece_
Diane swung lightly up the forest path
White girl and Indian maid then clasped hands
"No, I may not take your hand."
CHAPTER I
OF A GREAT WHITE BIRD UPON A LAKE
Spring was stealing lightly over the Connecticut hills, a shy, tender
thing of delicate green winging its way with witch-rod over the wooded
ridges and the sylvan paths of Diane Westfall's farm. And with the
spring had come a great hammering by the sheepfold and the stables
where a smiling horde of metropolitan workmen, sheltered by night in
the rambling old farmhouse, built an ingenious house upon wheels and
flirted with the house-maids.
Radiantly the spring swept from delicate shyness into a bolder glow of
leaf and flower. Dogwood snowed along the ridges, Solomon's seal
flowered thickly in the bogs, and following the path to the lake one
morning with Rex, a favorite St. Bernard, at her heels, Diane felt with
a thrill that the summer itself had come in the night with a
wind-flutter of wild flower and the fluting of nesting birds.
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