She nodded, without raising her eyes, and Allyn suddenly discovered that her lids were unusually pink.
"Do you mind it so much?" he added. "Or is he worse?"
"No; only the doctor wants him to stay over there till the lung is all in order again."
"And you are homesick?"
"No,—yes,—a little," she said despondently. "But it's not all that."
"What is it, then?"
"It's the being left here till called for, like a sack of potatoes. Cousin Theodora is too polite to say so; but I know she must wish I were in—Dawson City. It's dreadful, Allyn, not having any real home."
"If that's the way you feel over there, you'd better come here to The
Savins and stay," he suggested.
The dimples came back into Cicely's cheeks.
"We should fight, Allyn."