“Keep the folks in a good humour, dear. The Hunters ’ll feel awful if anything more happens,” Susan Hornby faltered, and then, to keep the girl from, replying, and to avoid the surprise and pain in the young face, pushed her gently but firmly toward the door and John Hunter, who was waiting impatiently.
CHAPTER X
PHILOSOPHY OF ELIZABETH’S LIFE VOICED
“To-morrow,” Elizabeth said, significantly, as John turned back to get into the wagon after they had deposited the trunk in the house.
“To-morrow,” John smiled back at her. It was a reluctant smile he gave her, but the bid for affection in her young eyes was irresistible.
“He had to be nice,” she thought as she walked back to the house; “it was a good way.”
A sudden thought came to her.
“Did you ask Luther to the wedding?” she asked of her mother as she entered.