"The top o' the morning," he cried.
"I detect coffee," she returned, "and, oh, how good it smells. Have
you had yours?"
"Ages ago," he replied, ecstatically.
She placed her elbows on the sill and her chin in the palms of her
hands. The loose sleeves of Miss Thackeray's bizarre dressing gown
fell away, revealing two round, smooth, white arms. The sun shot its
mellow light into the ripples of her tousled hair, and it shone like
burnished gold. Her white teeth gleamed against the red of her smiling
lips. He was fascinated.
The automobile driven by Peter Ames too soon came roaring and rattling
up the pike. She withdrew her head, after twice being warned by Barnes
not to reveal herself to the view of skulkers who might infest the
wood beyond,--and each time his reward was a delightfully stubborn
shake of the head and the ruthless assertion that on such a heavenly
morning as this she didn't mind in the least if all the spies in the
world were gazing at her.
Two minutes after Peter drove up to the Tavern he was on the way back
to Green Fancy again, and seated beside him was Thomas Kingsbury
Barnes, his new master.
"Needn't be afraid of trespassin'," said Peter when Barnes advised him
to go slow as they turned off the road into the forest.
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