"Splendid!" said Peter. "And when I've told you what to do you can practice here. You'll come soon?"
She nodded. "When?"
"To-morrow—sometime?" And then, "What's the matter with Wells?" he asked.
She frowned. "He just asked me to marry him. It's the twenty-seventh time."
"I can't be botherin' with Shad—not on wash-day—or any other day," she added as though in an afterthought.
Peter laughed. He was quite sure that nobody would ever make her do anything she didn't want to do.
"He knows I was at the Cabin yesterday," she said in a low voice. "He was watchin'."
Peter was silent a moment, glancing at the books he had just brought her.
"Of course if he has any claim on you, perhaps——," he began, when she broke in.