Then Larry went to Tavistock and expended part of the money in the purchase of a handsome silk kerchief, white with sprigs of lilac, and slips of moss-rose on it. He returned in the carrier’s van instead of waiting for his father, who remained to drink with other farmers. This entailed the walking up of the hills. When he got out for this object, he left his parcel on the seat. On his return he found the women within sniggering.
’Don’t y’ be offended at us now,’ said one. ’But it is just so. Your parcel came open of herself wi’ the jolting of the Vivid, and us couldn’t help seeing what was inside. Us can’t be expected to sit wi’ our eyes shut. ’Taint in reason nor in nature. I must say this—’tis a pretty kerchief, and Kate Luxmore will look like a real leddy in it o’ Sunday, to be sure.’
Hillary coloured, and was annoyed. The parcel had not come open of itself. The women’s inquisitive fingers had opened it, and their curious eyes had examined the contents. They had rushed to the conclusion that the kerchief was intended for Kate—Larry was much about with the maiden, they were always teasing each other, laughing together, and Hillary had been several evenings to the carrier’s cottage guarding the lambs and sheep.
The young man did not disabuse them of their error. He was vexed that they should suppose him caught by the rattle Kate, instead of by the reliable Honor; it showed him that they supposed him less sensible than he was. But he thought with satisfaction of the surprise of the gossips on Sunday, when they saw the kerchief about the neck of the elder sister, instead of that of Kate.
In this expectation, however, he was disappointed. Next day, he went to the cottage at an hour when he was sure to find Honor there alone, and, with radiant face and sparkling eyes, unfolded the paper, and offered his present to the girl.
Honor was more startled than pleased—at least, it seemed so—and at first absolutely declined the kerchief. ’No, Larry, I thank you for your kind thought, but I must not accept it. I am sorry that you have spent your money—the kerchief is very pretty; but I cannot wear it.’
’How wrong-headed and haughty you are, Honor! Why will you not take it?’ The blood made his face dark, he was offended and angry. He had never made a girl a present before, and this, his first, was rejected. ’It gave me a vast deal of pleasure buying it. I turned over a score, and couldn’t well choose which would look best on your shoulders. You have given me good advice; and here is my return, as an assurance that I will observe it.’