Alec's voice had suddenly grown moody, and Blue Bonnet thought it time to change the subject. In a moment her clear, sweet voice was leading the rest in "The Flag without a Stain."
"How do you like a Texas Sunday?" Blue Bonnet found herself beside Sarah as they walked back to Poco Tiempo, and put the question rather mischievously.
"It's been very nice, most of it," Sarah returned in a stiff manner, very unlike her usual one.
"What part didn't you like?"
Sarah made sure that the others were not listening, then answered in a tone Blue Bonnet had never heard from her before:
"I didn't like being made to feel that whatever I do is the wrong thing. I never seem to please you any more, Blue Bonnet."
"Why, Sarah!" Blue Bonnet stopped still and gazed at Sarah in consternation. Sarah paused, too, and in the faint rays from the fire the two girls looked at each other steadily for a moment without speaking. Finally Blue Bonnet blurted out:
"I wish you'd tell me just what you mean."
"I mean that I've come to the conclusion that I should have stayed in Woodford. I don't seem to fit in here." Sarah's voice shook a little.
"Sarah!" was still all Blue Bonnet could stammer. It was all so sudden and unexpected; a bolt from a clear sky.