Clover eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 199 pages of information about Clover.

Clover eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 199 pages of information about Clover.

“And I’ll come and help if I don’t over-sleep,” declared Mrs. Hope; “but this air makes me feel dreadfully as if I should.”

“I sha’n’t call you,” said Clover; “but it will be nice to have you, if you come.”

She stood at her window after Mrs. Hope had gone, for a last look at the peak which glittered sharply in the light of the moon.  The air was like scented wine.  She drew a long breath.

“How lovely it is!” she said to herself, and kissed her hand to the mountain.  “Good-night, you beautiful thing.”

She woke with the first beam of yellow sun, after eight hours of dreamless sleep, with a keen sense of renovation and refreshment.  A great splashing was going on in the opposite wing, and manly voices hushed to suppressed tones were audible.  Then came a sound of boots on the porch; and peeping from behind her curtain, she saw Clarence and his friend striding across the grass in the direction of the stock-huts.  She glanced at her watch.  It was a quarter past five.

“Now is my chance,” she thought; and dressing rapidly, she put on a little cambric jacket, knotted her hair up, tied a handkerchief over it, and hurried into the sitting-room.  Her first act was to throw open all the windows to let out the smell of stale tobacco, her next to hunt for a broom.  She found one at last, hanging on the door of a sort of store-closet, and moving the furniture as noiselessly as she could, she gave the room a rapid but effectual sweeping.

While the dust settled, she stole out to a place on the hillside where the night before she had noticed some mariposa lilies growing, and gathered a large bunch.  Then she proceeded to dust and straighten, sorted out the newspapers, wiped the woodwork with a damp cloth, arranged the disorderly books, and set the breakfast-table.  When all this was done, there was still time to finish her toilet and put her pretty hair in its accustomed coils and waves; so that Clarence and Mr. Templestowe came in to find the fire blazing, the room bright and neat, Mrs. Hope sitting at the table in a pretty violet gingham ready to pour the coffee which Choo Loo had brought in, and Clover, the good fairy of this transformation scene, in a fresh blue muslin, with a ribbon to match in her hair, just setting the mariposas in the middle of the table.  Their lilac-streaked bells nodded from a tall vase of ground glass.

“Oh, I say,” cried Clarence, “this is something like!  Isn’t it scrumptious, Geoff?  The hut never looked like this before.  It’s wonderful what a woman—­no, two women,” with a bow to Mrs. Hope—­“can do toward making things pleasant.  Where did that vase come from, Clover?  We never owned anything so fine as that, I’m sure.”

“It came from my bag; and it’s a present for you and Mr. Templestowe.  I saw it in a shop-window yesterday; and it occurred to me that it might be just the thing for High Valley, and fill a gap.  And Mrs. Hope has brought you each a pretty coffee-cup.”

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