The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 1 Page 34

of aloofness which I think was part of me at that age, and, except in a single instance, still remains as the slightest and almost impalpable barrier to a perfect familiarity with any person in the world.

“Loskiel,” he said in my ear, “did you see that little maid in the orchard, how shyly she smiled on us?”

“On you,” I nodded, laughing.

“Oh, you always say that,” he retorted.

And I always did say that, and it always pleased him.

“On this accursed journey south,” he complained, “the necessity for speed has spoiled our chances for any roadside sweethearts. Lord! But it’s been a long, dull trail,” he added frankly.