In fact, Miss Hungerford," said the
fisherman, darting a keen glance at me from his laughing eyes, "I did go
up to scoff, but I remained to pray."
My ears had never been conscientiously closed to the voice of idle
praise, but with this, for some reason, I was not well pleased.
"Your attitude was certainly devotional," I answered, without haste.
"Your friend," I added, "must be something of a seer. Here are the
literal glasses!"
"Nonsense!" said Mr. Rollin, coloring slightly; "you know I didn't mean
that--just being a little near-sighted. I said spectacles. Besides," and
the fisherman looked me full and unblushingly in the face--"if I
had such eyes as yours, by Jove, I wouldn't mind whether I could see
anything out of 'em or not!"
"You will hardly expect me to thank you for that," I murmured, with a
sincere flash of indignation; not that I was unmindful of certain
reckless moods of old, when I had found it not impossible to listen, even
with calmness, to vain demonstrations of this sort, but I felt that I was
a different person now, in a different sphere of action.
Mr. Rollin knew nothing of me except that I was the teacher of the
Wallencamp school--a doubtful position to his mind.
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