“Very beautiful,” she answered, rising. “Virginia is delightful in the spring time.”
“You like it here?”
“Oh, yes.”
“You have not been lonesome?”
“Ah, but I have,” she confessed. “You know I was quite a stranger here, and I could not help being lonesome a little. Besides, I used to long to see you all at New Haven.”
He drew nearer to her.
“Whom do you mean by ‘you all’?” he asked.
“Why, you and Frank, and all the friends I know there.”
“But most of all?”
“You and Frank.”