“But––where?”
“I don’t know. Thunder Mountain.”
“Yes, I know that!” he said, with a note of impatience. “Sunnysides and––all that. But––you?”
“I followed, and found you.”
A weak smile flickered on his lips. She saw that he did not believe her.
“Look! Look!” she cried. “It’s Marion. And yonder––is Tuesday.”
He moved his head a little, and stared at the pony still standing fascinated and terrified by the stillness of poor Trixy.
“It’s––impossible!” he muttered. “You couldn’t––”
He made an effort to look up at the cliff down, which he had come.
“But it’s quite true, Philip. I’m here.”