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 you, Hunter, not to try sarcasm; it doesn't suit you; when you attempt it you remind me of an elephant trying to waltz. Is there any more coffee there?"

After all, reflected Miles, as he set forth aimlessly along the road after breakfast, after all, there was no good reason why the vagaries of a girl he had never seen until a few days ago should cut short his visit to Hunter Brough. He had told Hunter he would stay, and it wouldn't be fair to disappoint him. Besides, Maple Green was far pleasanter than the city. As for Miss Lynde—well, she had been nothing to him a week ago, so why should he allow her to trouble him now? It was bally nonsense, that's what it was! Any fellow that would let a yellow-haired girl with pink cheeks and blue eyes