"I've been waitin' fur you," he said. "I saw you talkin' t' Mr. Devant as I came cross lots. I've got t' tell you!"
"Tell me what, Mark?" The girl thought another outburst of love was coming and it seemed such a shabby, poor little thing, in the gloom of recent happenings. And yet this roused her pity. It was so much to Mark, and it was his most sacred offering. She should not despise it.
"'Bout Maud Grace!" Janet started. So it was not herself after all!
"What is the matter with her now?" she asked.
"She's gone!"
"The nation only knows!"
"Well, Mark, I never have understood your interest in Maud Grace. You couldn't act more devoted, if you were her lover, except in that case you would not have gone on that foolish hunt for her boarder."
Janet was impatient. She wanted to get away over to the dunes, to peace and Billy.
"When Maud gets ready, she'll come home. Doesn't her mother know?"