"
As he held her hand, he glanced down at it and noted how greatly it
had changed during the past few months. The skin was no longer rough
and brown, and the fingers, formerly stiff and swollen from hard
work, were growing more shapely. From her hand his glance roved over
the girl, noting the improvements in her dress, and the way the
thick, wavy black hair was piled on top of her shapely head.
"It hadn't occurred to me before, Moira," he said with a bright
impersonal smile that robbed his remark of all suggestion of
masculine flattery, "but it seems to me I'm unusually glad to see
you, also. You've been fixing your hair different."
The soft lambent glow leaped again into Moira's eyes. He had noticed
her--particularly. "Do you like my hair done that way?" she inquired
eagerly.
"I don't know whether I do or not. It's unusual--for you. You look
mighty sweetly old-fashioned with it coiled in back--somewhat like an
old-fashioned daguerreotype of my mother. Is this new style the
latest in hairdressing in Sequoia?"
"I think so, Mr. Bryce. I copied it from Colonel Pennington's niece,
Miss Sumner."
"Oh," he replied briefly. "You've met her, have you? I didn't know
she was in Sequoia still."
"She's been away, but she came back last week. I went to the Valley
of the Giants last Saturday afternoon--"
Bryce interrupted.
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