“But if I come and you’re not here—” he began complaining.
“Hush, silly. I’ll leave a note on this very log. Don’t wait if I’m not here. Don’t wait if the note is not here. It will simply mean I couldn’t leave the house without disturbing him.”
“Why couldn’t I call at the house?”
“Oh, no! Not at the house,” she hurriedly cried. “Promise?”
“Very well. I’ll come as far as this arbour.”
“Now, don’t be ugly. Some time you can come to a house and know you’ll always find me—”
“You darling!” he softly exulted.
She lifted her head from his shoulder and touched a finger to his lips. A voice was calling her name.
“It’s father,” she warned, unwarrantably alarmed her lover thought.
He made to walk a bit with her, but she gently pushed him back into the arbour. Then, giving him her lips, she ran to the house.