Judy sprang up. "There's button-holes to get," she mentioned, and flew
out of the room like a flash of sunlight or a bird.
Tim raced after her. "Wallflower for me!" he cried, while Judy's
answer floated back from halfway down the passage: "I'll have a wild
rosebud--it'll match my hat!"
Uncle Felix and Maria were left alone, gazing out of the window side
by side upon the "lovely morning." She was just high enough to see
above the edge, and her two hands lay sprawled, fingers extended, upon
the shining sill.
"Yes," she mentioned quietly, as to herself, "and I'll have a forget-
me-not." Her eyes rolled up sideways, meeting those of her uncle as he
turned and noticed her.
For quite suddenly he "noticed" her, became aware that she was there,
discovered her. He stared a moment, as though reflecting. That "yes"
had a queer, familiar sound about it, surely.
"Maria," he said, "I believe you will. Everything comes to you of its
own accord somehow."
She nodded.
"And there's another thing. You've got a secret--haven't you?" It
occurred to him that Maria was rather wonderful.
"I expect so," she answered, after a moment's pause.
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