The girl laughed. “Oh!” she said, “I’ve only seen one man on the prairie who was quite white all through, and I had a kind of notion that he was fond of you.”
Agatha sat very still, but it cost her an effort.
Her face asked the question that was in her heart.
“Harry Wyllard,” announced Sally.
Agatha made no answer, and Sally changed the subject. “Well,” said Sally, “after all, I want you to be friends with me.”
“I think you can count on that,” replied Agatha with a smile, as she rose to rejoin Mrs. Hastings.