“In your case, my dear, I would much prefer to see you making a companion of Sarah Blake. Alec is a very nice boy; but in his way, he is quite as undisciplined as you are yourself.”
“I reckon that’s why we took to each other right off, Aunt Lucinda.”
“My dear, that is not a remarkably elegant way in which to express your meaning.”
“Maybe not, Aunt Lucinda—but it expresses it all right.”
And Miss Clyde, not feeling equal for further discussion, let the matter drop for the time being.
Blue Bonnet ran hurriedly downstairs and out to where Kitty and Solomon were waiting for her in the garden. It was the Saturday after her tea with Alec, and the three were off for a long walk. Blue Bonnet had quite forgotten in these days that she hated walking.
They went out on the old turnpike, which stretched ahead of them, straight and level, for miles.
“Don’t you love Saturday afternoon, Kitty?” Blue Bonnet asked, throwing a stick for Solomon to chase.