Solomon barked an emphatic negative.
“Doesn’t the air feel good, Solomon?” Blue Bonnet said. “But I reckon I’ll have to be going back to the house. Take my advice, old fellow, and never go in for music in summer-time; there’s too much practising about it.”
“Elizabeth!” Aunt Lucinda called from the piazza.
And Blue Bonnet obeyed hurriedly.
“You should have closed the blinds again when you were through in the parlor, Elizabeth,” Miss Clyde said.
Blue Bonnet came to a sudden halt at the foot of the piazza steps. “But, Aunt Lucinda, I wasn’t through! I—I haven’t begun. It can’t be an hour! I only went out for a moment to gather some flowers.”
“Bring your Latin grammar, Elizabeth; your practising must wait now until after dinner.”
“But dinner isn’t till two o’clock, Aunt Lucinda! I won’t get through until nearly four! I sha’n’t have any afternoon at all!”
“Whose fault is that, Elizabeth?”
Latin verbs did not progress very well that morning; both teacher and pupil were glad when the hour was over.