“It’s all right!” Blue Bonnet agreed. She gathered flowers with a generous hand. “And now, what shall we do next?” she asked, giving them to Sarah.
“I must be going,” Sarah answered.
“But you’ve only just come!” Blue Bonnet protested.
“I think I have made a very long call,” Sarah said soberly; and indeed it may have seemed long to Sarah.
Outside the gate, she stopped a moment. Texas girls were certainly rather exhausting, and yet she thought she should like Elizabeth Ashe. Perhaps, after she had been in Woodford a while, she would quiet down.
Half an hour before supper Miss Clyde came round to the side piazza, where her mother sat reading. “Mother,” she asked, “have you seen Elizabeth?”
“Not since dinner time, Lucinda.”
“She does not appear to be anywhere about the place,” Miss Clyde said, rather anxiously. “She is utterly irresponsible; Mr. Ashe should have sent her East long ago.”
“I think she is coming now,” Mrs. Clyde said.