“Where?” asked Humphreys, looking around.
“Never you mind,” said Ladybird, significantly. “But I’ll just tell you this while I think of it: there’s one thing you didn’t do that you ought to have done.”
“What’s that?” asked Humphreys, lazily. He was absently twisting a stem of timothy-grass around his finger and thinking about Stella.
“You didn’t bring me any candy. Now I would have preferred a man for Stella who knew enough to bring candy to me.”
“I don’t blame you,” said Chester Humphreys, heartily; “you’re quite right; and though I never can forgive myself, it may help a little if I send you a box as soon as I go back.”
“That will do nicely,” said Ladybird, gravely. “And now shall we go on?”
“Go on where?”
“Go on with our walk; we’re taking a walk, you know. Now we’ll cross the brook.”
“Across the line of stepping-stones”