Verty lived in the thought of meeting Redbud--his days were full of
her; but the hours he passed at Apple Orchard were the brightest. The
noonday culminated at dawn and sunset!
As he approached the pleasant homestead now, his eyes lighted up, and
his face beamed with smiles. Redbud was standing in the porch waiting
for him.
She was clad with her usual simplicity, and smiled gently as he
approached. Verty threw the bundle upon Cloud's mane, and came to her.
They scarcely interchanged a word, but the hand of the girl was
imprisoned in his own; and the tenderness which had been slowly
gathering for months into love, pure, and deep, and strong, flushed
his ingenuous face, and made his eyes swim in tears.
It was well that Verty was interrupted as he essayed to speak; for we
cannot tell what he would have said. He did not speak; for just as he
opened his lips, a gruff voice behind him uttered the words:
"Well, sir! where is your business?"
CHAPTER LXIII.
HOW VERTY AND MISS LAVINIA RAN A-TILT AT EACH OTHER, AND WHO WAS
OVERTHROWN.
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