Diane had heard of the corn-beef and father's corpulency before, but
she was now somewhat gentler and less impatient and checked the old
careless flashes of annoyance. And, having supplemented the hand bag
by a shopping trip to the nearest village, Aunt Agatha, to the girl's
dismay, announced one day:
"It's my duty to stay, Diane, and stay I will. Mother would have
stayed, I'm sure, and mother's judgment was usually correct, though she
would wear smoked glasses."
Rowing in one morning with a string of fish, Diane was a little
fluttered at the sight of a tall, broad-shouldered young man upon the
shore, who waved his hat and quietly waited for her boat to come in.
His dark skin was clear and ruddy and very brown, his mouth resolute,
the careless grace and impudence of his old manner replaced by
something steadier, quieter and possibly a shade less assured.
The meeting was by no means easy for either, and with remorseful
memories leaping wildly in the heart of each, they smiled and called
cheerfully to one another until the girl's boat glided in under the
ready assistance of a masculine hand that shook a little.
"Let me moor it for you!" said Carl and busied himself with the rope
for longer than the careless task would seem to warrant.
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