`` Pa does n't half like him because he thinks there 's something queer about him . But I do . He 's a gentleman , as Ma says . I do n't believe he 's done anything wrong . '' * * * * * Ethel Lennox sauntered out into the orchard to wait for Agnes . She sat down under an apple tree and began to read , but soon the book slipped from her hands and the beautiful head leaned back against the grey , lichened trunk of the old tree . The sweet mouth drooped wistfully . There was a sad , far-away look in the violet eyes . The face was not that of a happy girl , so thought Agnes as she came down the apple tree avenue . But how pretty she is ! she thought . Wo n't the folks around here stare at her ! They always do at our boarders , but we 've never had one like her . Ethel sprang up . `` I had no idea you would be here so soon , '' she said brightly . `` Just wait till I get my hat . '' When she came out they started off , and presently found themselves walking down a grassy , deep-rutted lane that ran through mown hay fields , green with their rich aftergrowth , and sheets of pale ripening oats and golden-green wheat , until it lost itself in the rolling sand hills at the foot of the slope . Beyond the sand hills stretched the shining expanse of the ocean , of the faint , bleached blue of hot August seas , and reaching out into a horizon laced with long trails of pinkish cloud . Numberless fishing boats dotted the shimmering reaches . `` That furthest-off boat is Young Si 's , '' said Agnes .
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