The faded sun-bonnet was not; her black hair was coiled high, while at white brow and glowing cheek silken curls wantoned in an artful disorder, moreover her simple russet gown had given place to a rich, flowered satin. All this he noticed at a glance though his gaze never wandered from the witching eyes of her. Were they blue or black or dark brown?
"Sir," said she, acknowledging his deep reverence with a stately inclination of her shapely head, "I would curtsey if I might, but to curtsey on a ladder were dangerous and not to be lightly undertaken."
Quoth the Major:
"It has been a long time—a very long time since you—since I—er—that is—
"Exactly five days, sir!"
"Why—ah—to be sure these summer days do grow uncommon long, mam—
"Which means, sir, that you've wanted me?"
The Major started:
"Why er—I—indeed I—I hardly know!" he stammered.
"Which proves it beyond all doubt!" she nodded serenely.