At a point where the path swept high above a long, descending slope, at
the foot of which lay a tiny pool surrounded by thick and beautifully
kept turf, Roberta paused, and after looking about her for a minute to
make sure that there was no one near, turned aside from the path and
threw herself down beside a great clump of ferns, breathing a deep sigh
of restful relief. She sat gazing dreamily down at the pool, in which
was mirrored an exquisite reflection of tree and sky, the scene as
silent and still as though drawn upon canvas. She had many things to
think of, in these days, and a place like this was an ideal one in which
to think.
Was it? Far below her she heard the low hum of a motor. None could come
near her, but the road beneath wound near the pool, though out of sight
except at one point. In spite of this, the girl drew back further into
the shelter of the tall ferns, thinking as she did so that it was the
first time she had seen this remoter part of the park invaded by either
motorist or pedestrian. Watching the point at which the car must appear
she saw it come slowly into sight and stop. There were two occupants, a
man and a boy, but at the distance she could not discern their faces.
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