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Placing his two hands to his mouth the woods rung with a long, clear call of “Jennie!”

The girl sprung up, dropping most of her flowers, and looked round in alarm.

“Jennie!” again rung out in Will’s deep, musical tones.

“Who calls?” she said, with parted lips, standing like a statue of flight.

Her question was answered by a crash in the bushes, and the appearance of a figure coming with a double somerset into her presence.

“You, Jennie?” asked Will, standing suddenly on his feet before her.

She looked at the sturdy, handsome lad with a look in which trepidation was mingled with amusement.

“I am Miss Arlington,” she replied, with dignity. “What do you mean by calling me in that manner, and coming into a lady’s presence like a mountebank?”

“That’s the way I always come in,” said Will, impressively. “And you looked so pretty sitting there I wanted to give you a start.”

“Don’t do it again. It is not manly behavior,” she replied. “What do you want with me?”

“I’ve got a ’pistle,” said Will, fumbling in his pockets, “that Mr. Leonard guv me for you.”