“Because I knew that, if he was not, you wouldn’t have considered his proposal.”
“But I didn’t,” said Spring, with a positively blinding smile. “I turned him down last night.”
“You turned him down?” shouted Bagot.
Spring smiled very sweetly.
“I thought I told you,” she said, “that I was a fool.”
She left him staring, and pelted down the road.
Spring came the next afternoon, but was gone before four o’clock.
Then came Thursday.
Willoughby found her framed in the little porch.