Agatha frowned. It would be particularly inconvenient if Willie Prime took his swim in the evening.
“Oh, don’t, Willie,” cried Nettie. “She—she might do you some harm.”
Willie was hard to persuade. He was not above liking to appear a daredevil; and the discussion was still raging when they reached the farm. The two girls went upstairs to the little rooms which they occupied. Agatha turned into hers, and Nettie Wallace followed her.
“Your Willie is very nice,” said Agatha, sitting on her bed.
Nettie smiled with pleasure.
“And now that you’ve other company I shall go.”
“You’re going, Miss?”
“Not Miss.”
Nettie laughed.
“I forget sometimes,” she said.