"You didn't tell my father about the tree that was
cut, did you?" he demanded sharply.
"No."
"Good girl! He mustn't know. Go on, Moira. I interrupted you."
"I met Miss Sumner up there. She was lost; she'd followed the old
trail into the timber, and when the trees shut out the sun, she lost
all sense of direction. She was terribly frightened and crying when I
found her and brought her home"
"Well, I swan, Moira! What was she doing in our timber?"
"She told me that once, when she was a little girl, you had taken her
for a ride on your pony up to your mother's grave. And it seems she
had a great curiosity to see that spot again and started out without
saying a word to any one. Poor dear! She was in a sad state when I
found her."
"How fortunate you found her! I've met Miss Sumner three or four
times. That was when she first came to Sequoia. She's a stunning
girl, isn't she?"
"Perfectly, Mr. Bryce. She's the first lady I've ever met. She's
different."
"No doubt! Her kind are not a product of homely little communities
like Sequoia. And for that matter, neither is her wolf of an uncle.
What did Miss Sumner have to say to you, Moira?"
"She told me all about herself--and she said a lot of nice things
about you, Mr. Bryce, after I told her I worked for you.
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