"Perhaps Alayne doesn't realize that he is your happy parent," said Renny, taking the bull by the horns.
Vaughan gave Alayne a smile, half sheepish, half defiant, and wholly, she thought, unprepossessing. "I expect Mrs. Whiteoak has heard of all my evil doings," he said.
"I did not connect you two in my mind at all. I only heard to-day—a few minutes ago—that Pheasant had a father living. I had stupidly got the idea that she was an orphan."
"I expect Maurice wishes I were, sometimes," said Pheasant. "I don't mean that he wishes himself dead—"
"Why not?" asked Vaughan.
"Oh, because it's such fun being a man, even an ill-tempered one. I mean that he wishes he had no encumbrance in the shape of me."
"You encumber him no longer," said Renny. "You encumber me; isn't that so?"
"Will somebody please get my hat and book and mushrooms?" pleaded the young girl. "They're under the tree."
Renny began to draw aside the heavy branches, the upper ones of which were raised like arms in prayer. An acrid scent of crushed overripe apples rose from among them. His hands, when he had rescued the treasures, were covered by particles of bark and tiny terrified insects.
Vaughan turned toward home, and Pheasant ran after him, showing, now that they were separated, a demonstrative affection toward him that baffled Renny, who was not much given to speculation concerning the feelings of his fellows.
As for Alayne, her mind was puzzled more and more by these new connections who were everything that her
