"You remember you were telling me about it. I happened to see it in a window." She spoke a little hysterically, and began wishing she had not come down. "Only think—in a town like Frankfort, of all places! I was so surprised that I walked right in and bought it! I—I expect to enjoy it very much," she ended miserably.
Leslie whittled, still stubbornly taciturn. If he would ask about Lynndal—if he would only show some kind of emotion: anything would be better than this awful silence. Finally, since he thus forced her hand, Louise reminded him that she had previously intimated a knowledge of her sister's whereabouts.
"Do you know where she is?" he looked at her with a furtive flash of interest.
"I think she's gone to the tree-house."
"Alone?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Long ago?"
"No, not so very long."
Leslie began humming, and shifted restlessly.