"Oh, then it's science, not hunger. It's all right, Melchisedek; she is learning things, not eating them. But what was it you said about Allyn?"
"Nothing."
"Please do say something, then. I want him."
"Ask mother," Phebe said absently. "Oh-h, there now!"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, only it's tough. Do go on."
"Gizzards generally are. If I can do you any little good turn in the way of table scraps, Babe, don't hesitate to mention it." And Cicely departed in search of Mrs. McAlister.
"No," she said; "I mustn't stay. I only want Allyn."
"I saw him go across the hill, just after lunch. He had a book with him, and you may find him reading, somewhere over there. Don't hurry."
"Thank you; I must go." And she went away across the lawn.