Kilmeny of the Orchard 
     
    
   
   
    
     Kilmeny. But they are all right—rugged 
     
     and grim, but of good stock and pith— 
     
     native refinement and strong character. 
     
     But I must say candidly that I hope 
     
     your young lady hasn’t got her aunt’s 
     
     mouth.” 
     
    

    
     “ Kjlmeny’s mouth is like a love-song 
     
     made incarnate in sweet fies ,” said Eric 
     
     enthusiastically. 
     
    

    
     “ Humph! ” said Mr. Marshall. 
     
     “ Well,” he added more tolerantly, a 
     
     moment later, “ I was a poet, too, for six 
     
     “months in my life, when I was courting 
     
     your mother.” 
     
    

    
     Kilmeny was reading on the bench un- 
     
     der the lilac trees when they reached the 
     
     orchard. She stood up and came shyly 
     
     forward to meet them, guessing who the 
     
     tall, white—haired old gentleman with Eric 
     
     must be. As she approached Eric saw 
     
     with a thrill of exultation that she had 
     
     never looked lovelier. She wore a dress 
     
     of her favourite blue, simply and quaintly 
     
     made, as all her gowns were, revealing the 
     
    
   
   
    
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