But Margaret was at an age when any apprehension, not absolutely

based on a knowledge of facts, is easily banished for a time by a

bright sunny day, or some happy outward circumstance. And when

the brilliant fourteen fine days of October came on, her cares

were all blown away as lightly as thistledown, and she thought of

nothing but the glories of the forest. The fern-harvest was over,

and now that the rain was gone, many a deep glade was accessible,

into which Margaret had only peeped in July and August weather.

She had learnt drawing with Edith; and she had sufficiently

regretted, during the gloom of the bad weather, her idle

revelling in the beauty of the woodlands while it had yet been

fine, to make her determined to sketch what she could before

winter fairly set in. Accordingly, she was busy preparing her

board one morning, when Sarah, the housemaid, threw wide open the

drawing-room door and announced, 'Mr. Henry Lennox.'




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