Sarah shook her head. “I don’t know, I’ve never thought much about it—there wasn’t anywhere else for her to go, I suppose.”
“Why wasn’t there?”
Sarah shook her head again. “What queer questions you do ask, Elizabeth!”
Blue Bonnet went on up the street to her own gate; there she met Alec. “Bet you a big apple you’ve been down to Amanda’s,” he said.
“Yes—to tell her I can’t go.”
Alec whistled. “Wouldn’t Miss Clyde—”
“Why do you all light on Aunt Lucinda the first thing?” Blue Bonnet interrupted. “I’ve got company coming—that’s all.”
“Who?”
“Where from?”