A sudden strange inspiration came to Pamela in that desperate moment. Desperate, because Crow had backed her up and fought her battle right through--she could not bear this last misunderstanding.
"Crow," she said, leaning forward; her voice shook a little, and her eyes looked suspiciously limpid--"Crow--do you mind my saying something--about it?"
"Why should I?"
"Don't say anything to Mother, yet. Take it to Miss Anne."
"Miss Anne--Little Pilgrim?" Christobel checked her work, and gazed back startled. "Why?"
"I can't tell you why--but do. I am sure it would be the best thing to do."
The elder girl considered this, not with much sympathy it seemed; then she said:
"Oh well, perhaps. I don't know. Anyway, we may as well put lunch; Addie is awfully hungry."
So it passed, with a very heavy cloud left behind to darken the clear holiday sky!
Lunch was eaten and greatly enjoyed by Adrian. The two girls using a self-control such as only girls know how to call up when necessary, Addie saw no difference in either--but they saw it--in each other.