“That sounds like our childhood days. You used to put notes in the old apple tree––do you remember?––asking Janey and me to meet you two hours before sundown at the end of the picket fence.”
Further confidential conversation was prevented by the entrance of the others. Joe had been captured, and Mrs. Winthrop had ordered a supper served in the rooms.
“Carey,” asked her mother softly, when they were alone that night, “did David tell you what a cozy little luncheon we had?”
“He told me, mother, that you said something to him that made him very happy, but he would not tell me what it was.”
Something in her mother’s gaze made Carey lift her violets as a shield to her face.
“She knows!” thought Mrs. Winthrop. “But does she care?” 234
CHAPTER VIII
At two o’clock on the day after David Dunne had been elected governor by an overwhelming majority, he reined up at the open gate at the end of the maple drive. His heart beat faster at the sight of the regal little figure awaiting him. Her coat, furs, and hat were all of white.
He helped her into the carriage and seated himself beside her.
“Have you been waiting long, and are you dressed quite warmly?” he asked anxiously.