Blue Bonnet was ready and waiting, when Alec came for her that afternoon. “Grandmother let me have my dinner earlier,” she told Alec; “Grandmother is such an accommodating person.” She looked very trig and jaunty in her brown skirt and reefer; her crimson tam-o’-shanter and hair-bow giving her a touch of color.
“I’ll get in back, so as to sit with Sarah,” she said. “We’ll put the baskets in front with you, Alec.”
Grandmother came out to see them off. “Mind you take good care of Elizabeth, Alec,” she warned.
“I will, Mrs. Clyde,” he answered. And then they were off down the drive and out into the broad village street, drawing up in fine style before the parsonage.
It was a gay little company that presently set off; fourteen in all.
“But,” Kitty rode up close to the cart, “why aren’t you riding, Elizabeth?”
Alec turned quickly. “I invited her to drive.”
“When?”
“That you’ll have to guess at; it was before starting, at any rate.”
“And after I had asked her to ride, I know that,” Kitty insisted.