When he was pleased and happy, her
delicate tinge of rose flushed his transparent cheek, while the lights on
his red-brown hair glinted with her colour. He shut himself in his room
and worked with his violin until time to start to the tamarack swamp. When
Mr. Minturn promptly appeared with the car, he found Malcolm had borrowed
Mr. Dovesky's khaki suit and waders for him, and on the advice of the boy
he wore the stiff coarse clothing, which the tamaracks would not tear, the
mosquitoes could not bite through, and muck and water would not easily
penetrate--there were many reasons.
When they reached the swamp both of them put on boots and then, following
his son and doing exactly what he was told, James Minturn forgot law,
politics, and business. With anxious heart he prayed that the bird the lad
wished to sing would evolve its sweetest notes, and that his high hope of
reproducing the music perfectly enough to induce the singer to answer
would be fulfilled. Malcolm advanced softly, slipping under branches,
around bushes, over deep moss beds that sank in an ooze of water at the
pressure of a step and sprung back on release.
Pages:
618
619
620
621
622
623
624
625
626
627
628
629
630
631
632
633
634
635
636
637
638
639
640
641
642