She nodded. “Aunty Landis told me that I mustn’t go in wading. She said it was not becoming—that it was very improper.”
“How unreasonable!”
“That’s what I thought. But I wish now I’d obeyed her.”
“But that would have meant that the poor knight would have ridden by without an excuse for knowing you.”
“Alas! Well, your task is nearly done. We must be near White Cottage.”
“Don’t say that.”
She glanced about, and then gave a wriggle so violent that she almost slipped from his arms.
“Put me down!”
“What’s the matter?”
“We’re nearer than I thought. There’s the big oak. The lane comes right up to the back door. The house is on the main road, you know. Put me down!”