"You scold me sometimes for being absent-minded," said Priscilla, "but we spoke to you three times before you heard."
"I was only thinking, Prissie," responded Martine; "and I can't do two things at the same time—listen and think."
Martine at last said good-bye to Plymouth with genuine regret—for Plymouth people at least, and for the Danforth family in particular.
"New York wouldn't have been half as much fun," she said as the train steamed out of the station, "because I know it so well."
Priscilla, who had not heard of Martine's New York plan, did not understand her friend's allusion; and as Martine made no further explanation, she had no opportunity for discontent—if the loss of a trip to New York would have made her discontented.
CHAPTER XV
TROUBLES
The weeks after the Easter visit passed rapidly away. April was melting into May. People called it an early spring.
"It doesn't make much difference to me whether the season is early or late," said Martine one Sunday afternoon, when Lucian and Robert had walked home with her from the afternoon service. "I have to work so hard to keep up with Priscilla that I haven't time to think about anything so commonplace as weather. If I'm not careful, I shall find myself fitting for college."