Laura flushed brightly, but she said nothing.
He looked puzzled.
“Can’t you?”
Laura looked at him between laughter and that suspicious brightening of her dark eyes that had never yet had any meaning for Justin.
“I thought it was all arranged,” he said rather impatiently.
“Was it?” She pulled a splinter from the gate-post and with it prodded a scuttling ant up and down the little white groove.
“Wasn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then?”
“You might fetch me, Justin,” said Laura desperately.