Come, we'll find a place to sit."
Whereupon he led her back under the trees to a half-sunny, half-shady bench
of rock overhanging the stream. Great pines overshadowed a still, eddying
pool. A number of brown butterflies hovered over the water, and small trout
floated like spotted feathers just under the surface. Drowsy summer
enfolded the sylvan scene.
Glenn knelt at the edge of the brook, and, plunging his hands in, he
splashed like a huge dog and bathed his hot face and head, and then turned
to Carley with gay words and laughter, while he wiped himself dry with a
large red scarf. Carley was not proof against the virility of him then, and
at the moment, no matter what it was that had made him the man he looked,
she loved it.
"I'll sit in the sun," he said, designating a place. "When you're hot you
mustn't rest in the shade, unless you've coat or sweater. But you sit here
in the shade."
"Glenn, that'll put us too far apart," complained Carley. "I'll sit in the
sun with you."
The delightful simplicity and happiness of the ensuing hour was something
Carley believed she would never forget.
"There! we've licked the platter clean," she said. "What starved bears we
were! .
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