A Girl of Virginia

"Good morning!" The voice was cheery, insistent. It brought the young girl on the porch above to the white wooden rail about its edge. "Good morning!" she called back lightly. "Beautiful day!" persisted the young man saying inanely the first words he could think of for the sole purpose of keeping her there in sight. "Lovely!" cried the girl enthusiastically, leaning a little further over the rail. A vine, which had climbed the round pillar and twined its tendrils about the porch's edge, set...