Ruth, looking out of the bedroom window, expressed her amazement at this statement by a long, blank stare at her sister and the white-haired boy. Agnes felt that there was further explanation due from her.
"You see," she said, "he—he just saved my life—perhaps."
"How is that?" gasped Ruth. "Were you going to eat all those peaches by yourself! They might have killed you, that's a fact."
"No, no!" cried Agnes, while the boy's face flushed up darkly again. "He saved me from falling out of the tree."
"Out of the tree? This tree!" demanded Ruth. "How did you get into it?"
"From—from the window."
"Goodness! you never! And with your bathrobe on!" ejaculated Ruth, her eyes opening wider.
As an "explainer," Agnes was deficient. But she tried to start the story all over again. "Hush!" commanded Ruth, suddenly. "Wait till I come down. We'll have everybody in the house awake, and it is too early."
She disappeared and the boy looked doubtfully at Agnes. "Is she the oldest sister you spoke of?"
"Yes. That's Ruth."