“Those boys—they’re so silly!” she pouted.
“Wasn’t one of them young Pennock?”
“Yes, the tall, dark one.”
“He’s come back, I see.”
She flashed an understanding look into his eyes.
“Oh, yes, he’s come back. I wonder if he thinks I don’t know—why!”
“And—you?” Mr. Smith was smiling quizzically.
She shrugged her shoulders with a demure dropping of her eyes.
“Oh, I let him come back—to a certain extent. I shouldn’t want him to think I cared or noticed enough to keep him from coming back—some.”
“But there’s a line beyond which he may not pass, eh?”