was ready to be vexed with Winthrop, -- if she only knew how.
She longed to lay her head down in her hands, but pride kept
it up. She rested her chin on one hand and wondered when
Winthrop would speak again, -- she could not, -- and what he
would say; gazing at the blue bit of water and gay mountain-
side, and thinking that she was not giving him a particularly
favourable specimen of herself that morning, and vexed out of
measure to think it.

Then upon this, a very quietly spoken "Elizabeth!" -- came to
her ear. It was the first time Winthrop had called her so; but
that was not all. Quietly spoken as it was, there was not only
a little inquiry, there was a little amusement and a little
admonition, in the tone. It stirred Elizabeth to her spirit's
depths, but with several feelings; and for the life of her she
could not have spoken.

"What is the reason you should hide your face so carefully
from me?" he went on presently, much in the same tone. "Mine
is open to you -- it isn't fair play."

Elizabeth could have laughed if she had not been afraid of
crying. She kept herself hid in her sunbonnet and made no
reply.

"Suppose you take that thing off, and let me look at you."

"It shades my face from the sun."

"The cedar trees will do that for you."

"No -- they wouldn't."

And she kept her face steadily fixed upon the opposite shore,
only brought straight before her now; thinking to herself that
she would carry this point at any rate. But in another minute
she was somewhat astounded to find Winthrop's left hand, he
was supporting himself carelessly on his right, quietly, very
quietly, untying her sunbonnet strings; and then rousing
himself, with the other hand he lifted the bonnet from her
head. It gave a full view then of hair in very nice order and
a face not quite so; for the colour had now flushed to her
very temples with more feelings than one, and her eye was
downcast, not caring to shew its revelations. She knew that
Winthrop took an observation of all, to his heart's content;
but she could not look at him for an instant. Then without
saying anything, he got up and went off to a little distance
where he made himself busy among some of the bushes and vines
which were gay with the fall colouring Elizabeth sat drooping
her head on her knees, for she could not absolutely hold it
up. She looked at her sunbonnet lying on the bank beside her;
but it is not an improper use of language to say that she
dared no