“Another day will do for that, Eddy.”
“No, it won’t. I want to go now.”
“Oh, very well,” said Sir James; and they took the way to the meadows.
Meanwhile Helen and Dexter had gone on some distance ahead.
“There, you see, Dexter; how easy it is to do wrong,” said Helen, as, feeling greatly relieved, she hurried on toward the meadows.
“I didn’t know it was doing wrong to have a cockshy,” said Dexter. “Seems to me that nearly everything nice that you want to do is wrong.”
“Oh no,” said Helen, smiling at the boy’s puzzled face.
“Seems like it,” said Dexter. “I say, he was going to scold me, only he found I was with you, and that made him stop. Wish I hadn’t thrown the stone.”
“So do I,” said Helen quickly. “Come, you have broken yourself off several bad habits this last week, and I shall hope soon to find that you have stopped throwing stones.”
“But mayn’t I throw anything else?”