With the steadiest gait Walter had shown in many a day he trudged up the hill.
“He seems to suspect you of something,” said Jerry.
“Poor boy!” He watched the retreating figure.
“Why should Walter suspect you of anything?” she asked.
He turned to her inquiringly.
“You don’t, do you?”
She hesitated; he laughed.
“No!” she spoke quickly. “You misinterpreted me. Only—Walter’s tone seemed so—significant of——”
“Has Walter’s tone always been significant of anything?”
“Oh, forget it,” she spoke hurriedly. “Go in and get dressed. I’ll wait for you.”