“Well, we’ll find a way,” Susy promised, as they rose to go.
Blue Bonnet was standing by the sitting-room window, watching them down the street, when Alec came up behind her. “How’s the invalid?” he asked.
She turned eagerly. “Isn’t that for you to say? You are better, Alec?”
“Better! I’m all right; though I nearly brought on another collapse trying to assure Grandfather of the fact.”
They sat down before the fire, Blue Bonnet telling him of the new club.
“You’ve got your wish, haven’t you, Blue Bonnet?” the boy said.
“Yes,—thanks to you and Victor.”
“Thanks to nobody but yourself.” Alec rose. “I promised Grandfather not to stay long; I had to come over—to thank you—I mean, to try to.”
“Please don’t—it wasn’t anything.”
Not anything! Alec thought of the girl sitting with bowed head on the stile—“Not anything!” he repeated gravely.