He shook hands with Dot, and his face softened. "Good-night," he said. "Go to bed quickly! You're very tired."
She gave him a fleeting smile, and turned to go. She was tired to the soul.
Adela caught her by the arm as they ascended the stairs. "You little quiet mouse, what's the matter? Aren't you enjoying the adventure?"
Dot's face was sombre. "I think I am too tired to enjoy anything to-night," she said.
"Tired! And no work to do! Why, what has come to you?" Adela surveyed her with laughing criticism.
"Let's go to bed!" said Dot. "I'll tell you when we get there."
Something in tone or words stirred Adela. She refrained from further bantering and gave her mind to speedy preparations for bed.
Then, as at last they were about to separate, she put a warm arm about the girl and held her close. "What is it? Aren't you happy?" she said.
A great sob went through Dot. Her trouble was more than she could bear. She clung to Adela with unaccustomed closeness.
"I've promised to marry Fletcher at the end of the week—instead of going back with you to the farm."