"Just the same, I believe she would prefer having some one else do it," said Carita.
In spite of Carita's explanation, Alec was not wholly at ease in his mind about Blue Bonnet. He imagined that her manner to him for the last few days had conveyed a vague reproach. But he had no chance that day to talk with her alone.
Early the next morning Carita and Knight and the other boys prepared for the long ride back to Camp Judson.
"You'll write me soon, Blue Bonnet, won't you, and tell me what you decide to do?" Carita asked as she leaned down from her pinto for a last word with Blue Bonnet.
"Indeed I will," Blue Bonnet assured her. "I wish I knew now."
"And you'll write often if you go back—all about school and the girls and—"
"I'll write about everything, if—!"
And this was the word on which they parted.
Sandy lingered behind the others long enough to slip an envelope into Blue Bonnet's hand. "For Kitty," he explained. "Tell her I'm mighty sorry I couldn't see her to say good-bye."
"Maybe it is only 'hasta la vista,' as the Spanish say,—'good-bye till we meet again,'" said Blue Bonnet. "You must surely come to Woodford and see us if you go to Harvard."