twinkling most radiantly in one dark eye,
the slight stand which characterized it
only at intense moments when feeling
reached indefinite altitudes. "Oh! how
glad I am now," she ran on breathlessly,
"that we made Andrew leave the car down
in a garage at the Pinnacle's foot and bring
us up here for a sort of picnic supper,"
sending a sidelong glance scouting round
for the tall, capped figure of the grizzled
chauffeur who, a brief ten years before,
had been driving his "laird's" car upon
Ben Muir, a heathery mountain of his
native Highlands.

Trustworthy as day, a capable driver
and zealous Church Elder, he was one
to whose guardianship Una Grosvenor,
the apple of her parents' eye, might safely
be intrusted with her visiting friend while
her father golfed and her mother lunched
and played bridge in complacent peace
of mind.

"Oh! she's all right with Andrew;
he's such a true-penny!" was her father's
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