Ariel stood in the kitchen looking through the open doorway into the living room. She observed, like she always does. Is there enough food and drinks?...Are the guests enjoying themselves? Are they not making a mess with the food? Are they behaving themselves?She wasn't really in the mood for partying. Her two best friends didn't show up. The party had been going on for about an hour when the doorbell rang. When Ariel opened the door, it was her best friend Isabel and an unknown blonde girl.. He handed Jim a letter and informed him he was pay restitution for the medical bills due to his son’s injuries and the slur that Kat had placed upon his name by accusing Dewar of cheating.“A mere girl is set upon by three young men, and you want her to pay for the privilege of being beaten up?” Jim replied sarcastically. “Have you been told of her injuries? She had two cracked ribs, a split lip and a black eye, thanks to your son.”“She tried to steal, Dewar’s work!” Bart exclaimed. "You look worried about something."I feigned a better mood, and smiling at her I said, "Nothing at all, I was just thinking about something else. I am going to head over there and help her now." OK, well call me if you are going to be past lunch and I will bring a bag lunch over to you." Sounds good," I said and I was out the door. I decided to walk as it would take longer to get there. Even walking it did not take long at all for me to arrive at their door. Christa met me at the door and I. No! nothing in nature could be of a beautifuller cut; then, the dark umbrage of the downy spring moss that over-arched it, bestowed, on the luxury of the landscape, a touching warmth, a tender finishing, beyond the expression of words, or even the paint of thought.Her truly enamoured gallant, who had stood absorbed and engrossed by the pleasure of the sight long enough to afford us time to feast ours (no fear of glutting!) addressed himself at length to the materials of enjoyment, and lifting.