"It dies hard!" he groaned.
"Well, if you're so reluctant to come to my house where I could see you as much as I wanted," she said sorely, "I won't ask you unless I am forced to ... But if it should be necessary ... Listen! ... I'll put a light in each of the rooms over the kitchen. If you see two lights shining this way you are to hide all your things as well as you can, and come to the house."
"Where would I meet you?"
"I won't meet you outside. It would double the risk for the two of us to try to get into the house together. Listen! Make your way over the fields without going near the road. Give the negro cabin a wide berth. When you are abreast of the big house strike for the evergreen hedge that bounds that side of the grounds. You'll find a gap in it, broken by the wind. You know how the porch runs around three sides of the main building. At the end of the porch on that side there's a rough clump of mock orange bushes. Behind the bushes you'll find a way into the cellar. That's how I go and come. I'll be waiting for you in the cellar. Or if I'm not there wait till I come."
"Oh Pen, I hate skulking!"
"I love it!" said Pen. "If I know I'm in the right. It's an adventure!"
They came to the tree where they had left the grass bag hanging.
"Well..." began Pen.
Don swung her around inside his arm. "Oh my Pen, how can I let you go to-night?" he groaned.
"Ah, don't kiss me any more," she pleaded. "I don't want to be drowned again. I want to know I'm loving you."