"You've found Old Crow? What do you mean by that?"
"Can't tell you now. Wait till we sit down together."
"And she's truly gone?"
They stood there in the road as if Nan's house were not at hand; but the air and the sun were pleasant to them.
"Gone, bag and baggage. Dick wired and ordered her in some way she didn't dare ignore. I suspect he did it to save me. He's a good boy."
"He is a good boy," said Nan. There was a reminiscent look in her eyes. "But he's a very little one. Were we ever so young, Rookie, you and I?"
"You!"
"Yes. I'm a sphinx compared with Dick. I didn't tell you last night, there was so much else to say, but I had a letter from him, returned to Boston from New York. He assumed, you know, if I wasn't in Boston I'd gone to the Seaburys'. So he wrote there."
"What's he want?"
Nan hesitated a moment. Then she said: