“I am very glad––”
“Then you are not going to scold me?” with a questioning smile. “I promised her a drive you know, and today was rather a holiday to me.”
“Why, she doesn’t scold,” cried Marilla in a sort of joyful contradiction.
“Won’t you come in and have some dinner with us?”
“Pete would grumble if he stood here an hour. Now, if you would change it to supper—and a cup of tea––” 131
“Let be a cup of tea, then. I want to talk over some plans.”
“Very well. Expect me on the mark. Six, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” with a smile.
“Oh, I’m just delighted,” and Marilla squeezed his hand.
“So you had a lovely time. Where did you go?”