“I somehow felt that you were near.”
“You thought––what?”
“No, I did not think it, I just sensed it.”
“You certainly have a very fertile imagination.”
“Yes. It has been both my blessing and curse.”
“But how did you come to feel I was about here?”
“I don’t know. It does seem strange, doesn’t it?” he mused. “But I was certain–––”
“Perhaps you were thinking–––” She stopped abruptly.
“Of you,” he finished for her. “I was. I 194 was feeling quite lonely, and couldn’t help wishing I could talk with you.”
“I heard to-day that you are thinking of leaving Little River,” she suggested, tactfully changing what she considered a dangerous subject.