her being。 It made her uncertain。 She caught sight of the
flowering currant in her brothers buttonhole。
〃Oh; our Fred;〃 she cried。 〃Dont wear that stuff to go to
church。〃
Fred looked down protectively at the pink adornment on his
breast。
〃Why; I like it;〃 he said。
〃Then youre the only one who does; Im sure;〃 she said。
And she turned to her cousin。
〃Do you like the smell of it?〃 she asked。
He was there beside her; tall and uncouth and yet
self…possessed。 It excited her。
〃I cant say whether I do or not;〃 he replied。
〃Give it here; Fred; dont have it smelling in church;〃 she
said to the little boy; her page。
Her fair; small brother handed her the flower dutifully。 She
sniffed it and gave it without a word to her cousin; for his
judgment。 He smelled the dangling flower curiously。
〃Its a funny smell;〃 he said。
And suddenly she laughed; and a quick light came on all their
faces; there was a blithe trip in the small boys walk。
The bells were ringing; they were going up the summery hill
in their Sunday clothes。 Anna was very fine in a silk frock of
brown and white stripes; tight along the arms and the body;
bunched up very elegantly behind the skirt。 There was something
of the cavalier about Will Brangwen; and he was well
dressed。
He walked along with the sprig of currant…blossom dangling
between his fingers; and none of them spoke。 The sun shone
brightly on little showers of buttercup down the bank; in the
fields the fools…parsley was foamy; held very high and proud
above a number of flowers that flitted in the greenish twilight
of the mowing…grass below。
They reached the church。 Fred led the way to the pew;
followed by the cousin; then Anna。 She felt very conspicuous and