Joe was known to have a strong
hankering for the said Miranda, which shyness prevented him from
indulging on all occasions. Joe might summon enough courage to amble up
beside Miranda if the night were dark, but here, in this moonlit dusk,
he simply could not do it. So he trailed along after the procession and
thought things not lawful to be uttered of Carl Meredith. Miranda was
the daughter of Whiskers-on-the-moon; she did not share her father's
unpopularity but she was not much run after, being a pale, neutral
little creature, somewhat addicted to nervous giggling. She had silvery
blonde hair and her eyes were big china blue orbs that looked as if she
had been badly frightened when she was little and had never got over it.
She would much rather have walked with Joe than with Carl, with whom she
did not feel in the least at home. Yet it was something of an honour,
too, to have a college boy beside her, and a son of the manse at that.
Shirley Blythe was with Una Meredith and both were rather silent because
such was their nature. Shirley was a lad of sixteen, sedate, sensible,
thoughtful, full of a quiet humour. He was Susan's "little brown boy"
yet, with his brown hair, brown eyes, and clear brown skin. He liked to
walk with Una Meredith because she never tried to make him talk or
badgered him with chatter. Una was as sweet and shy as she had been in
the Rainbow Valley days, and her large, dark-blue eyes were as dreamy
and wistful.
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