Arthur Stringer

“ And as Macraven flung open the library window, he could hear the sound of their merry laughter, the call of their light and careless voices, across the many-colored garden and the green spaces of lawn. ”

“ Dickie Sewell, who was acting as judge, soon grew tired of his silent and passive rôle.
“I say, Sybil,” Macraven heard him half seriously, half tauntingly call across the lawn, “hadn't you better be skipping in and finishing up that poetry of yours?”
“Oh, mush!” answered Sybil, with her hair streaming, as her pony took the bench back with a click of his forefeet on the wooden bar. “What's the use of poetry. when there's a man around?” And she had the audacity, even before Anne, to blow a light and artless kiss from the palm of her hand to Master Richard Sewell. ”