The short, ugly frock Priscilla wore could not hide the beauty and grace
of her young body--the winter had wiped out forever her awkward length of
limb. Her reddish hair was twisted on the top of her head and made her
look older and more mature. Her uplifted face had the shining radiancy
that was its chief charm, and as Jerry-Jo looked he was moved to
admiration, and for that very reason he assumed indifference and gave
undivided attention to his boat.
CHAPTER II
With skill and grace Jerry-Jo steered his boat to the landing-place at
the foot of the garden. He leaped out and tied the rope to the ring in
the rocks, then he waited for Priscilla to pay homage, but Priscilla was
so absorbed with her own thoughts that she overlooked the expected
tribute of sex to sex. At last Jerry-Jo stood upright, legs wide apart,
hands in pockets, and, with bold, handsome face thrown back, cried:
"Well, there!"
At this Priscilla started, gave a light laugh, and readjusting her yoke,
walked down to the young fellow below.
"It's Jerry-Jo," she said slowly, still held by the change in him; "and
alone!"
"Yes.
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