"Somehow, I don't hear her so plainly as I did," he returned, with a laugh.
There was another pause, filled by a glance which made his heart throb.
"And if you stayed," she went on, at length, "I could tell you how nice you are."
Frank smiled. "I don't hear her at all now—that Duty person," he said, gayly.
"You are," she hesitated, "a very nice man."
He kept his eyes averted.
"One of the nicest I have ever known."
He fastened his eyes on the Chestnut Ridge.
"The nicest of all," she said, almost in a whisper, her eyes brimming over with laughter.
At the words he sprang to the ground and stood beside her.