Zona Gale and Jill Menkey

“ And he, Berkeley, had actually thought that Destiny intended him to be solely concerned with the affairs of one Hoppleton, whom he had never seen! Oh, there lay the meadow of lush green grass, starred with meadowsweet, and here was he himself; and there in the steamer-chair was proof that the delightful things are the most possible of all. And Berkeley's smile was by no means for the sake of the fading light in the cloud-piled sky.
“How perfect the meadows look!” said Edith Fairmont when the Blue Linen Lady had gone below.
“They are wishing meadows,” offered Berkeley. ”

“ I've invited a man to dinner, and in the excitement we've come off and left him. He will be at the house any minute—oh, would you go back to the lodge and telephone him to follow us here? And we'll simply have to wait for him.”
“Why, yes, Mrs. Briller,” said Berkeley, “yes. Has—has he a name?”
“His name,” said Mrs. Briller in worried abstraction, “is Hoppleton. Thank you so very much, Don.”
Hoppleton. Berkeley said the name over as he turned and faced once more the glory of the wide, gray-green meadows. ”

“ Briller, still in agitation over one Hoppleton, forgotten; and Mrs. Cardle, a shawl slipping from her shoulders and a magazine in her hand—fussy and sweet and given to commonplace; and Cardle, big and genuine and sta-arving; and the two who were engaged and who were so self-absorbed that they might be counted out. All of whom mattered not at all to Berkeley, who was utterly resigned to awaiting the absent Hoppleton or every one else, so long as things were as things were.
“I wish Hoppy would hurry,” said Cardle presently. “I wanted to make Reed's Hollow before the mail-boat goes.” ”