THE STARS AGAIN
Don went to the nearest telephone and rang up Frances.
“Your father lost his temper,” he explained. “He ordered me not to call again; so will you please to meet me on the corner right away?”
“I’ve just seen him,” she answered. “Oh, Don, it was awful!”
“It is the best thing that could have happened,” he said. “We have to meet in the park now. It’s the only place left.”
“Don, dear, he told me not to meet you anywhere again. He––he was quite savage about it.”
“He had no right to tell you that,” Don answered. “Anyhow, I must see you. We’ll talk it over under the stars.”
“But, Don––”
“Please to hurry,” he said.
She slipped a scarf over her hair and a cape over her shoulders, and walked to the corner, 247 looking about fearfully. He gripped her arm and led her confidently away from the house and toward the park. The sky was clear, and just beyond the Big Dipper he saw shining steadily the star he had given Sally Winthrop. He smiled. It was as if she reassured him.