"No."
"Oh!" she gasped. "I was afraid he'd get here before me. I took the short cut through the woods."
"What's the matter?"
"He said he—he was going to break you to bits——"
"To bits! Me? Why?"
"Because he—he says I oughtn't to come here——"
"Oh, I see," he muttered, and then, with a grin, "and what do you think about it, Beth?"
"I'll do what I please," she said. "So long as I think it's all right. What business has he got to stop me!"
Peter laughed. "Don't let's bother then. Did you bring your books?"
She hadn't brought them. She had come in such a hurry.