“THE AFTERNOON PASSED HAPPILY.”
“Good-bye,” he answered, but his tongue dared not pronounce her name.
He watched them until they disappeared in the darkness, then turned away across the yards, meditating anxiously whether a Being with a hand so small and soft, so evidently fragile, could long withstand the buffets of a world so rude and harsh as this one.
“Well, young lady,” said Mr. Heywood, at the dinner-table that evening, “I hope you were sufficiently punished for your thoughtlessness in wandering away from your train.”
“It wasn’t such terrible punishment, papa,” answered Bess. “I had a very pleasant afternoon. I think Allan is just fine.”
“So do I,” agreed her father promptly. “He’s a nice boy.”
“And he knows such a lot,” added Bess. “I felt a perfect booby.”