Then she dropped back again and began to milk determinedly , but Murray could have sworn that he saw a demure smile hovering about her lips . That , and the revelation of her full face , decided him . He sprang over the fence and sauntered across the intervening space of lush clover blossoms . `` Good morning , '' he said coolly . He had forgotten her other name , and it did not matter ; at five o'clock in the morning people who met in dewy clover fields might disregard the conventionalities . `` Is n't it rather a large contract for you to be milking seven cows all alone ? May I help you ? '' Mollie looked up at him over her shoulder . She had glorious grey eyes . Her face was serene and undisturbed . `` Can you milk ? '' she asked . `` Unlikely as it may seem , I can , '' said Murray . `` I have never confessed it to Mrs. Emory , because I was afraid she would inveigle me into milking her fourteen cows . But I do n't mind helping you . I learned to milk when I was a shaver on my vacations at a grandfatherly farm . May I have that extra pail ? '' Murray captured a milking stool and rounded up another Jersey . Before sitting down he seemed struck with an idea . `` My name is Arnold Murray .
I board at Sweetbriar Cottage , next farm XXXXX Orchard Knob .
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