"Morality, papa said," she answered, with the same grave look of inquiry.
Dale rose and held out his hand, saying petulantly:
"Good-by, Miss Delane. You evidently don't think me fit to enter your house."
"Oh, now I have made you angry. I have no right to speak about it, and, of course, I know nothing about it. Only——"
"Only what?"
"Some things are right and some are wrong, aren't they?"
"Oh, granted—if we could only agree which were which."
"As to some we have been told. And I don't think that about you at all—I really don't. Do wait till papa comes."
Dale sat down again. He had had his lecture; experience told him that a lecture from such lecturers is tolerably often followed by a petting, and the pettings were worth the lectures. In this instance he was disappointed. Janet did not pet him, though she displayed much friendliness, and he took his leave (for the Squire did not appear) feeling somewhat put out.