On his way back to town he found himself thinking that Freda had the most charming , glad little laugh of any girl he knew . He suddenly remembered that he had never heard the Ideal laugh . She smiled placidly -- he had raved to Freda about that smile -- but she did not laugh . Roger began to wonder what an ideal without any sense of humour would be like when translated into the real . He went to Lowlands the next afternoon and found Tim there -- in his chair again . He detested the fellow but he could not deny that he was good-looking and had charming manners . Freda was very nice to Tim . On his way back to town Roger decided that Tim was in love with Freda . He was furious at the idea . The presumption of the man ! He also remembered that he had not said a word to Freda about the Ideal . And he never did say much more -- perhaps because he could not get the chance . Tim was always there before him and generally outstayed him . One day when he went out he did not find Freda at home . Her aunt told him that she was out riding with Mr. Grayson . On his way back he met them . As they cantered by , Freda waved her riding whip at him . Her face was full of warm , ripe , kissable tints , her loose lovelocks were blowing about it , and her eyes shone like grey pools mirroring stars . Roger turned and watched them out of sight behind the firs that cupped Lowlands . That night at Mrs. Crandall 's dinner table somebody began to talk about Freda .
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Crandall Freda Grayson Lowlands Roger Tim day firs lovelocks mirroring