“For whom?” Blue Bonnet asked. Almost harder than the going to Mr. Hunt had the coming back to class been for her. She had passed the noon hour by herself in the grove back of the schoolhouse, doing some of the hardest thinking she had ever done in her life.
The face she wore now was far too serious to suit Kitty’s ideas.
“Was he very—dreadful, Elizabeth?” she asked sympathetically.
“He was—not.”
“You know,” Kitty said thoughtfully, “Mr. Hunt can be rather—awful.”
“How do you know?” Blue Bonnet questioned.
Kitty turned to the rest. “Beginning to sit up and take notice,” she announced demurely.
Mr. Hunt met Miss Rankin in the corridor that afternoon and stopped to speak with her. “Well,” he said, “your young Texan appeared—eventually.”
“So I understand.”
“I don’t believe it will happen again. I have put her on her honor.”