“It’s a poky old hole. You can’t throw a stone in any direction without breaking a window—or a tradition.”
“Do you want to break—windows?”
“Sometimes.”
Blue Bonnet leaned forward, elbow on knee, chin in hand. “I wonder if you’d call it breaking windows—my wanting to come East.”
“Did you want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Well!” Alec exclaimed; and she felt for the moment his approval of her lessen.
“Here I’ve been feeling sorry for you all the time,” he said; then he smiled,—“I don’t know but that I’ll have to go on feeling so—because you wanted to come.”
“I don’t mind,” Blue Bonnet said, “as long as you don’t show it too plainly.”
“You’ve come to go to school?” the boy asked.