“Let’s go back!” excitedly.
“When?” and Gail jumped up.
CHAPTER XIX
THE RECTOR KNOWS
The Reverend Smith Boyd came down to breakfast with a more or less hollow look in his face, and his mother, inspecting him keenly, poured his coffee immediately. There was the trace of a twinkle in her eyes, which were nevertheless extremely solicitous.
“How is your head?” she inquired.
“All right, thank you.” This listlessly.
“Are you sure it doesn’t ache at all?”
The Reverend Smith Boyd dutifully withdrew his mind from elsewhere, to consider that proposition justly.
“I think not,” he decided, and he fell into exactly such a state of melancholy, trifling with his grape fruit, as Mrs. Boyd wished to test. She focussed her keen eyes on him microscopically.
“Miss Sargent is coming back to-night; on the six-ten train.”