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 . Roger strained his ears to listen . Mrs. Kitty Carr was speaking -- Mrs. Kitty knew everything and everybody . `` She is simply the most charming girl in the world when you get really acquainted with her , '' said Mrs. Kitty , with the air of having discovered and patented Freda . `` She is so vivid and unconventional and lovable -- ` spirit and fire and dew , ' you know . Tim Grayson is a very lucky fellow . '' `` Are they engaged ? '' someone asked . `` Not yet , I fancy . But of course it is only a question of time . Tim simply adores her . He is a good soul and has lots of money , so he 'll do . But really , you know , I think a prince would n't be good enough for Freda . ''
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