“Nonsense! Here we are.”
The lion had not come, and was not coming. They said it was just like him. Yet they seemed quite unhappy.
“So that now,” said Mrs. Fentley an hour later, “you are going home to dinner with me.”
“Yes,” I returned, “Dick said I was to bid you fetch me. It is very nice to have you guess his wishes this way. But mind you, I shall be quite unmanageable if you mention the subject of Lake winds!”
VII
WITH A CHAPERON
They all had climbed down from the coach but Miss Rittingway, the Judge, and myself. Some of them had gone over to the ball game in which young Medrick was to play. Others were at the stables. The Grifton girl and Mentley were strolling among the booths. The Judge had asked Miss Rittingway to go with him and see the fruit exhibit, and Miss Rittingway had begged off. “I am going to sit here for a while,” she said in her quietly conclusive way.