Midway in the movement the dancers
stopped; there was a hurried bow and curtsey, and an instant
scattering of all the grey-coated part of the assembly. The
"hop" was over. We went home in the warm moonlight, I thinking
that I had had a very nice time, and glad that Mr. Thorold was
coming to take me to walk to-morrow.
CHAPTER XVI.
HOPS.
The afternoon was very sultry; however Mr. Thorold came, and
we went for our walk. It was so sultry we went very leisurely,
and also met few people; and instead of looking very carefully
at the beauties of nature and art we had come to see, we got
into a great talk as we strolled along; indeed, sometimes we
stopped and sat down to talk. Mr. Thorold told me about
himself, or rather, about his home in Vermont and his old life
there. He had no mother, and no brothers nor sisters; only his
father. And he described to me the hills of his native
country, and the farm his father cultivated, and the people,
and the life on the mountains. Strong and free and fresh and
independent and intelligent — that was the impression his talk
made upon me, of the country and people and life alike.
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