She
was very often reduced to the necessity of taking a story-book as
companion of her leisure hours, now that Mark would have nothing to do
with her. This afternoon Phyllis and Nell were out driving with their
mother, and Miss Davis had seized the opportunity to write letters.
Hetty was therefore thrown on her own resources and was roaming about
with a book. She would have rushed away to Mrs. Kane's at once, but she
knew that this was John Kane's dinner hour. But half an hour hence she
would set off for the village, and have a nice long chat with her
foster-mother.
Hetty descended the winding path with her eyes on her book, and before
she saw him, nearly stumbled against Mark.
"Do you mean to walk over a fellow?" said Mark in an aggrieved tone.
"Oh, Mark, I beg your pardon. I did not know you were here. Now," she
added, looking round wistfully, "if you wouldn't be cross with me what a
nice time we could have working at your garden together."
"If you weren't disagreeable, I suppose you mean. Well, yes, we could.
But you see we're not friends.
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