'I want to show you only the places within easy reach--a short ride or
drive.'
So he proceeded to turn over two or three, in addition to the two he had
at first proposed, and then another; then a little sketch just tinted, and
really quite a charming little gem, of Cousin Monica's pretty gabled old
house; and every subject had its little criticism, or its narrative, or
adventure.
As he was about returning this little sketch-book to his pocket, still
chatting to me, he suddenly recollected poor Milly, who was looking rather
lowering; but she brightened a good deal as he presented it to her, with a
little speech which she palpably misunderstood, for she made one of her odd
courtesies, and was about, I thought, to put it into her large pocket, and
accept it as a present.
'Look at the drawings, Milly, and then return it,' I whispered.
At his request I allowed him to look at my unfinished sketch of the bridge,
and while he was measuring distances and proportions with his eye, Milly
whispered rather angrily to me.
'And why should I?'
'Because he wants it back, and only meant to lend it to you,' whispered I.
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