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She tried to recall Katharine's demeanour and words during the past day,

and she could find no cause for alarm in them. True, the child had spent

a long time in arranging her beautiful hair, and she had also begged

from her the bright amber necklace that had been her own girlish pride;

but what then? It was so natural, especially when there was likely to be

fine young gentlemen to see them. She could not remember having noticed

anything at all which ought to make her uneasy; and what Lysbet did not

see or hear, she could not imagine.

Yet the past ten hours had really been full of danger to the young girl.

Early in the afternoon, some hours before Joanna was ready to go,

Katherine was dressed for her visit to Semple House. It was the next

dwelling to the Van Heemskirks' on the river-bank, about a quarter of a

mile distant, but plainly in sight; and this very proximity gave the

mother a sense of security for her children. It was a different house

from the Dutchman's, one of those great square plain buildings, so

common in the Georgian era,--not at all picturesque, but finished inside

with handsomely carved wood-work, and with mirrors and wall-papering

brought specially for it from England.

It stood, like Van Heemskirk's, at the head of a garden sloping to the

river; and there was a good deal of pleasant rivalry about these

gardens, both proprietors having impressed their own individuality upon

their pleasure-grounds. Semple's had nothing of the Dutchman's glowing

prettiness and quaintness,--no clipped yews and hollies, no fanciful

flower-beds and little Gothic summer-house. Its slope was divided into

three fine terraces, the descent from one to the other being by broad,

low steps; the last flight ending on a small pier, to which the pleasure

and fishing boats were fastened. These terraced walks were finely shaded

and adorned with shrubs; and on the main one there was a stone sun-dial,

with a stone seat around it. Van Heemskirk did not think highly of

Semple's garden; and Semple was sure, "that, in the matter o' flowers

and fancy clippings, Van Heemskirk had o'er much o' a gude thing." But

still the rivalry had always been a good-natured one, and, in the

interchange of bulbs and seeds, productive of much friendly feeling.

The space between the two houses was an enclosed meadow; and this

afternoon, the grass being warm and dry, and full of wild flowers,

Katherine followed the narrow foot-path through it, and entered the

Semple garden by the small side gate. Near this gate was a stone dairy,

sunk below the level of the ground,--a deliciously cool, clean spot,

even in the hottest weather. Passing it, she saw that the door was open,

and Madam Semple was busy among its large, shallow, pewter cream-dishes.

Lifting her dainty silk skirts, she went down the few steps, and stood

smiling and nodding in the doorway. Madam was beating some rich curd

with eggs and currants and spices; and Katherine, with a sympathetic

smile, asked delightedly,-"Cheesecakes, madam?"