"Silly—haven't you seen enough of me for one day?"
His look spoke more eloquently than could any words.
"I have something to tell you!" he said, gravely.
CHAPTER XXIV
PETER
Nancy knew, with the instinct of a heart unfamiliar with coquetry, what Peter had to tell her!
She had wanted dreadfully to have to stay away from the orchard—she had hoped that Aunt Milly might need her, but Aunt Milly had gone to bed directly after supper, exhausted by the day's happenings. Aunt Sabrina's door had been shut ever since, with the wallet, she had gone into her room, and from within no sound betrayed her tragedy. B'lindy was fiercely struggling, with mop and broom, to remove all traces of the "curse" from Happy House. "Now just keep out of my way! I'm that upset," she answered Nancy, shortly.
The sunset was gorgeous. It flooded the garden with a soft, flaming golden light.
Like all girls, Nancy had had her dream of that time when her Knight should come riding to her; like all girls her dream-Knight was a pleasantly hazy individual, changing with her changing moods. And she had not wanted him to come quickly. Her young freedom was very precious to her.