"Say will be," he corrected.
Sylvia lifted her shoulders with a little gesture of dread.
"I haven't positively made up my mind that I dare try it on you," she said softly.
"Oh, you must. You'll find me the most docile dog in the pack."
Edna listened with annoyance. She had suddenly become critical of Sylvia's manner.
The girl turned to her.
"Will it be necessary to go to the Mill Farm before afternoon, to-morrow?" she asked.
"Perhaps not. Why?"
"Because there is—because I want—I should like to stay here in the morning."
"Mr. Dunham and I might go over without you," suggested Edna. "Mrs. Lem could doubtless give me what you want."