Westerfelt shuddered. He wondered if the old woman could possibly know
of Harriet's past connection with Wambush and her girlish infatuation.
He turned away with Luke to get the basket. Bradley was saying
something about a suitable place to spread the lunch, but Westerfelt
did not listen. He could think of nothing but the strange, defiant
look in Mrs. Dawson's eyes as they fell on the girl he loved.
Chapter XIX
At luncheon Westerfelt sat next to Mrs. Bradley and could not see Mrs.
Dawson, who was on the other side of her. Among the trees on his
right, he had a good view of Harriet Floyd's party. They all seemed
exasperatingly merry. Bates was making himself boyishly conspicuous,
running after water, preparing lemonade, and passing it round to the
others, with his silk hat poised on the back part of his head. Mrs.
Bradley and her friends remained seated for some time after they had
finished eating, and Westerfelt saw the young men in Harriet's party
rise, leaving the girls to put the remains of the lunch into the
baskets. Hyram and Frank strolled off together, and Bates, after a
moment's hesitation, came straight over to Westerfelt.
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