When it was over, and they were leaving the room together, Mr. Hunt laid a hand for a moment on Blue Bonnet’s shoulder. “They teach you how to keep promises out in your beloved Texas, it would seem,” he said.
Blue Bonnet looked up gratefully; at least, he understood why she had come.
Once at home, and there had been no tarrying along the way that afternoon, she made straight for her room. There Mrs. Clyde found her, lying face down on the bed, shaken with sobs, while a much distressed small dog did his best to console her.
Sitting down beside the bed, Grandmother drew the story from her. “I had to do it!” Blue Bonnet sobbed. “But the girls think—If you knew what Kitty said!”
“And I am not to know everything, even yet?” Mrs. Clyde stroked the tumbled hair lovingly.
“Uncle Cliff says repeating things like that only makes them worse.”
“He is quite right, dear; but in this case—”
“If I do repeat them, I’ll only feel angrier with her than ever—and that’s useless!” Blue Bonnet dabbed her wet eyes. “Everything’s spoiled now. Oh, dear, if I just hadn’t run away those times last fall, I could have—”
“Disobeyed the rules now?” Grandmother suggested.