As she went up the steps with the other girls, he stood a moment looking after her. He was not so sure now that he did want to find out why she had—she had some nonsense in her mind. It couldn’t be about—
With a little shake of the shoulders, Boyd followed the rest.
CHAPTER XXI
THE END OF THE TERM
Boyd was in two minds about claiming that dance—it wouldn’t do the little Texan any harm to be called down; but when the time came, he presented himself before Blue Bonnet, outwardly as smiling as usual.
“Would you mind if we sat it out?” she asked.
Boyd looked his surprise; she had not been sitting out any of the other dances, and again that uneasy feeling came over him. “As you like, of course,” he answered, leading the way to the old bench under a big apple tree just outside.
“I wanted to tell you,” Blue Bonnet began at once,—“I’ve thought it all over, and it doesn’t seem fair not to tell you—that I know about—”
Boyd’s quick glance of astonishment, even though she felt it to be half assumed, made it hard to go on.
“About your Sargent paper,” she added determinedly.