I prowled about the pine wood , and tried to forget how blithe and handsome that curly-headed boy , Frank , was , and what a flash had sprung into his eyes when he had seen Betty . Well , what of it ? Was not that what I had brought him there for ? And was I not pleased at the success of my scheme ? Certainly I was ! Delighted ! Next day Frank went to Glenby without even making the poor pretense of asking me to accompany him . I spent the time of his absence overseeing the construction of a new greenhouse I was having built . I was conscientious in my supervision ; but I felt no interest in it . The place was intended for roses , and roses made me think of the pale yellow ones Betty had worn at her breast one evening the week before , when , all lovers being unaccountably absent , we had wandered together under the pines and talked as in the old days before her young womanhood and my gray hairs had risen up to divide us . She had dropped a rose on the brown floor , and I had sneaked back , after I had left her the house , to get it , before I went home . I had it now in my pocket-book . Confound it , might n't a future uncle cherish a family affection for his prospective niece ? Frank 's wooing seemed to prosper . The other young sparks , who had haunted Glenby , faded away after his advent . Betty treated him with most encouraging sweetness ; Sara smiled on him ; I stood in the background , like a benevolent god of the machine , and flattered myself that I pulled the strings . At the end of a month something went wrong . Frank came home from Glenby one day in the dumps , and moped for two whole days . I rode down myself on the third . I had not gone much to Glenby that month ; but , if there were trouble Bettyward , it was my duty to make smooth the rough places .
As usual , I found Betty XXXXX the pineland .
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