Suddenly Noreen stopped.
“Your face looks funny,” she said. “Your lips are laughing, but your eyes––is it the sun in your eyes?”
Mrs. Dana bent until her head was close to Noreen’s.
“Little girl, little Noreen,” she said, “that is it––the sun is in my eyes.”
“There’s the inn!” Noreen was uncomfortable. Things were not turning out quite as gaily as she hoped. Things did not, any more.
“Shall I go right to the door with you?” she asked.
“No. I want to go alone. Good-bye, Noreen.”
“I hope you’ll stay a long time!” Noreen paused on the road.
“Why, dear?”
“Because Motherly liked you, and I like you. Good-bye.”