I knew the reason of that; Lawrence had been talking to her all the evening.
"It does not make much difference," I said; "I will go with you."
"I am sure papa would be willing," she observed, looking troubled at the idea of the visit.
"I spoke of it to your mother; she desired you to go."
"Very well then," replied Jessie; "suppose we start after breakfast; we can get back before mamma will want us in her room."
"I shall be ready; we can walk across the fields."
"Yes; then Mrs. Dennison need not know anything about it."
"Hush!" I said; "there she is."