"Quite. I think I made up my mind last night to do it—if you should ask me. It was after our ride on the engine; after my father had let me see what was in his mind."
"Ah, yes—your father. He will be very angry, won't he?"
"Yes"—reluctantly.
"But you will not let him make you recant?"
She laughed joyously. "You think you are in love with me, and yet that shows how little you really know of me, or of the family characteristics. We have plenty of unlovelinesses, but fickleness isn't one of them."
"Forgive me," he said, humbly; "but it seems to me there is so little to hold you, and so much to turn you aside. I——"
A series of shrill shrieks from the locomotive in the valley below interrupted him, and he rose reluctantly. "They're calling us in; we'll have to go."
She took his arm and they ran down the steep declivity, across the small plateau, and so on to the bottom of the railway cutting. Just before they reached the train, Brockway asked if he should tell the Burtons.
"As you please," she replied. "I shall tell my father and Cousin Jeannette as soon as we get back."
They found the passengers all aboard and the train waiting for them, and Mrs. Burton scolded them roundly for their misdeeds.