Sea-water--I stand open to correction--is not, I
believe, considered anything of a substitute for curling tongs, but
to the hair of the youngest Miss Evans it had given an additional
and most fascinating wave. Nature's red and white had been most
cunningly laid on, and the large childish eyes seemed to be
searching the world for laughter, with which to feed a pair of
delicious, pouting lips. Charles's upturned face, petrified into
admiration, was just the sort of thing for which they were on the
look-out. A startled "Oh!" came from the slightly parted lips,
followed by the merriest of laughs, which in its turn was suddenly
stopped by a deep blush. Then the youngest Miss Evans looked
offended, as though the whole affair had been Charles's fault,
which is the way of women. And Charles, feeling himself guilty
under that stern gaze of indignation, rose awkwardly and apologised
meekly, whether for being on the cliffs at all or for having got up
too early, he would have been unable to explain.
The youngest Miss Evans graciously accepted the apology thus
tendered with a bow, and passed on, and Charles stood staring after
her till the valley gathered her into its spreading arms and hid
her from his view.
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