There stood Renti with his face pressed against the wall.
"Renti! is it you?" said Gretchen in pleased surprise. "Why are you standing out here? Come in. Mother is in the kitchen. And why are you crying?"
"I can't come in; I am afraid. Everybody is angry with me for running away. I suppose she is, too."
"Oh, oh! you went away without asking?" cried Gretchen in sad, shocked tones. "But why didn't you come on Sunday? You will surely come next Sunday, won't you?"
"Last Sunday I couldn't come, and till next Sunday is so long I can't wait. I have to run away every day."
"Where do you run, Renti? I never see you."