At this thought, she herself sparkled until her eyes were like great black diamonds in her vivid brilliant face.
“I’d like to see that pile of twenty-dollar gold-pieces,” Harold said.
“Oh I wish she’d come back,” Rosie sighed. The sparkle all went out of her face and she stopped swinging.
A door leading into Primrose Court opened with a suddenness that made them all jump. A boy with big eyes, very brown and lustrous, lighting his peaked face and straight hair very brown and lustrous, framing it, came bounding out. He ran in the direction of the group on the lawn, and as he ran he waved something white in his hand. The doves flew away before him in a glittering V. “Hurrah!” he yelled.
“Gee, how Dicky can run!” Arthur Duncan exclaimed. “Who’d ever believed that one year ago, he was wearing an iron on his leg? He—”
“Oh what is it, Dicky?” Rosie Brine called impatiently.
Dicky had by this time reached the Lathrop gate.
“A post card from Maida,” he shouted.
“Does she say when she’s coming home?” Laura asked quickly.