98 THE COUSINS,

Mary thought sadly at first of Lucy’s loneliness
and vexation, but it:was impossible to think sadly
long on such a bright, beautiful afternoon, with
chirping birds and gay flowers all around her.
When they arrived at the blackberries, the only
thought for some time was whe should first have
a full basket.

They were about haif wa, bome again, when
Mary exclaimed, “Oh, I am 30 glad! there’s
Cousin Lucy.”

She was quite right. Coming towards them
through the winding footpath, hidden every now
and then by the thick green boughs, and again,
as the path turned, standing out clearly: before
them, were Cousin Lucy and Uncle Lovett. As
they drew near, Lucy hung her head. She had
on the thick shoes, and probably thought: they
would remember how unwilling she had been to
wear them. The joyful greeting she received
from the little folks of the party must soon have
put her at ease.

“Mrs. Nye, does this wood belong to Mr. Nye?”
asked Mr. Lovett.

“Yes, sir—at least a part of it does.”