"My dear, it was the kindest thought you ever had," I told her fervently.
"Was it?" she hesitated. "Then—were they pretty dreadful to you at home?"
"Quite!"
"Do you suppose they will do anything dreadful about us?"
"No. Nothing."
It did not seem necessary to tell her that Aunt Caroline did not know where the runaways had gone, and was thereby debarred from hasty action. Phillida's father had privately agreed with me in this.
"I am so very happy, Cousin Roger!"
"I am glad, Phil."
"And you will come to the farm soon?"
"Soon," I promised.