Marjorie had intended to stay at home, in the hope of being allowed
to see Eugene again, but the doctor had begged her to leave him alone
for a day or two, and now the prospect of blackberry and thimbleberry
picking on the hillside was too much for her to resist. Gaining
permission from her aunt, she loaded Jim with baskets and little tin
pails, and led him away to the road between herself and Miss Graves. The
other gentlemen relieved the burdened Edinburghian of portions of his
load, and fell into natural pairs with the ladies, Miss Du Plessis and
Wilkinson bringing up the rear. There was a pleasant lake breeze to
temper the heat of the fine August morning, which gave the dominie
license to quote his favourite poet:--
And now I call the pathway by thy name,
And love the fir-grove with a perfect love.
Thither do I withdraw when cloudless suns
Shine hot, or wind blows troublesome and strong.
Anticipating the thimbleberries, he recited:--
Thy luscious fruit the boy well knows,
Wild bramble of the brake.
Miss Du Plessis liked that sort of thing.
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