“Good-night, Bob White.”
She stood motionless until he was lost in the darkness, then whistled softly:
She waited until the call was answered from the slope of the hill; then, laughing rather wistfully, she sought Aunty Landis.
VI
Fessenden joined the others at Sandywood while they were still lingering over coffee in the library. His belated appearance, casual and unconcerned as he endeavored to make it seem, was greeted with a storm of badinage.
“Oh, my prophetic soul! You were becalmed sure enough.”
“Does the poor boy want a bite to eat?”
“We were just organizing a relief expedition for you, old man.”
“What a lonely time you must have had of it, Mr. Fessenden!” This last thrust was from no less a person than Miss Yarnell. He gave her a broad smile in return.