"Anything is possible on a day like this!"
"Except printing a country newspaper."
He laughed ruefully, threw back his head impatiently and utterly refused to discuss that subject.
I took the rascal home with me, to Harriet's delight, and he followed me around afterward, while I did my chores.
The next morning, just as he was starting for town, he began telling Harriet how much he had enjoyed coming to see us—so many times during the past months.
"I wish," he said, "there was some way of showing you and David how much I appreciate it."
Here he stopped abruptly and his eyes began to glow.
"I have it. A great idea! You're in it, Miss Grayson!"
Harriet stood watching his slight active figure until it quite disappeared beyond the hill. Then she came in, looking absent-minded, a very rare expression for her, and I even thought I heard her sigh softly.
"What's the matter, Harriet?"