Blue Bonnet brushed back her hair. “I’ll have to go in now. Oh, dear! I forgot Aunt Lucinda always likes me to report after school. Aunt Lucinda has such a lot of notions.”
“Are you just home from school, Elizabeth?” Miss Clyde asked, when Blue Bonnet appeared indoors.
“No, indeed, Aunt Lucinda, I’ve been over at Alec’s.”
Miss Clyde sighed; it was a very expressive sigh; it seemed to Blue Bonnet that it followed her all the way upstairs. “As if I hadn’t troubles enough of my own without being sighed over,” the girl protested.
“‘I RECKON YOU THINK I’M A COWARD. MAYBE YOU WON’T WANT TO BE FRIENDS ANY MORE.’”
Blue Bonnet was dusting the parlor the next morning, when Alec came over. He was whistling “All the Blue Bonnets,” and in response she went to one of the open windows.
“Do come in,” she cried; “I’m nearly through.”