"But tell it me, can't you?"
"Wait till to-morrow, dearest; wait until to-morrow, until you see my house."
"Your house!"
"I've bought a house here,—a dear little old Colonial dwelling hidden behind a high evergreen wall."
"A house here—in Ledge?"
"No, dear, not in Ledge—in Ledgeville. Across the bridge—"
"But when—"
"A week ago—the day I came."
"But why—"
Alva leaned her face down against the bright brown head.