Odd, and extremely useless little parasols, were then the vogue in
England. The miners' women-folk flaunted these before the dazzled eyes
of the Sark girls, and Sark forthwith burst into flower of many-coloured
parasols.
The mine ladies dressed in printed cottons of strange and wonderful
patterns. The Sark girls must do the same.
"Tiens!" ejaculated Nance more than once, as they walked. "Here is Judi
Le Masurier with a new pink parasol!--and a straw bonnet with green
strings!--and every day you'll see her about the fields without so much
as a sun-bonnet on! And Rachel Guille has got a new print dress all red
roses and lilac! Mon Gyu, what are we coming to!"
She had many such comments and still more unspoken ones. But Stephen
Gard, glancing, whenever he could do so unperceived, at the trim but
plainly-dressed little sun-bonneted figure by his side, vowed in his
heart that the whole of these others rolled into one were not to be
compared with her, and that he would give all the silver in the mines of
Sark to win her appreciation and regard.
As they turned the corner at Vauroque, they came suddenly on a number of
men lounging on the low wall, and among them Tom Hamon, pipe in mouth
and hands in pockets.
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