He came out.
"You surely have not been out here ever since—"
"Yes; ever since you went away and left me."
But she spoke almost brightly.
"Well, I must say I think you might have remembered—"
"Can't remember but one thing at a time. I was thinking about something else."
"You're not to be trusted," he said, gravely.
"Not a bit," she agreed. "I'm an eye-servant. The minute your back's turned— Oh, I require a great deal of looking after—and"—with a laugh that broke suspiciously—"I don't get it."
She had stood up, holding fast to him, as she freed herself from the hammock and the rug. He drew her hand through his arm and went with her to the house.
"No, no," she said, stopping at the veranda, "I want a little walk, too."