he queried . I wriggled my parasol about in the dust uneasily . `` Sometimes . '' `` I shall be at the old boat tomorrow afternoon at two-thirty , '' he said . I pulled my hand away . `` I could n't -- you know I could n't , '' I cried -- and then I blushed to my ears . `` Are you sure you could n't ? '' bending a little nearer . `` Quite sure , '' I murmured . He surrendered my hymnal at last . `` Will you give me a rose ? '' I unpinned the whole cluster and handed it to him . He lifted it until it touched his lips . As for me , I scuttled up the lane in the most undignified fashion . At the turn I looked back . He was still standing there with his hat off . July Twenty-fourth . On Monday afternoon I slipped away to the shore while Aunt Martha and Mrs. Saxby were taking their regular nap and I was supposed to be reading sermons in my room . Mr. Shelmardine was leaning against the old boat , but he came swiftly across the sand to meet me . `` This is very kind of you , '' he said .
`` I ought not to have come , '' I XXXXX repentantly .
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