"Where's Jarve?" asked Alec.
"I saw him as I came in. He was on his way," replied Sally, lifting a glass of water to hide a pair of lips which wanted to laugh.
Jarvis appeared. He also was in the garb be had worn all day. The pair seemed oddly similar in the nonchalance they could not quite successfully carry through.
"Look here!" Alec scanned both faces. "You two have been up to something."
"I've been up a tree," Jarvis replied.
"Have you been up a tree too?" Alec questioned his sister.
"Not at all."
"Did you get him up one?"
Sally attempted to answer, but the merriment upon her lips would not be controlled. She gave way to it. Her eyes, in spite of themselves, met Jarvis's. He was laughing too. His face, red showing beneath the tan, was too radiant with his happiness for him to be able to help Sally with any further effort at concealment.
"Don't you think we may as well own up?" he questioned her.