She had put on her
daintiest white frock in his honour, but the rosebuds savoured of
vanity to her. She never disputed Malcolm's opinion on any subject,
but as she adjusted the flowers she gave Mrs. Herrick a deprecating
glance, which the latter met with an indulgent smile.
"No, dear, you look very nice," she observed, as though in reply to
this mute question; "you are not at all too smart. Now I must go and
read my letters. Have a good time, children; and, Malcolm, remember
Anna must not be overtired," and then Mrs. Herrick nodded cheerfully
and withdrew to the library. Anna ran off to put on her hat, while
Malcolm read his paper.
They went first to Lincoln's Inn, and Anna stood on the wide steps
looking at the pigeons fluttering over the old buildings, quite
unaware, in her innocent excitement--though Malcolm was not--that
many an admiring glance rested on her.
In spite of her lack of beauty, Anna's pretty girlish figure and
youthful grace often attracted people--her expression was so
guileless and sweet, and the fair fluffy hair so softly tinted; and
as she stood there in the morning sunshine, in her white gown and
shady hat, Malcolm felt secretly proud of his young companion, and
his manner became still more affectionate.
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