"Any one of us would have found her," declared Warren lightly. "You can't really lose a little girl and a horse—you're bound to fall over them sometime, sooner or later."
"Sarah might have had to spend the night on that lonely road," insisted Rosemary. "Hugh says so, too. And Mother thinks just as we do."
She turned, with a little determined nod of her pretty head.
"Rosemary!" Warren's voice halted her.
He made no motion to drive on to the barn but sat in the wagon, holding the reins, and looking at her steadily.
"You're not angry with me now?" he said.
Rosemary was perplexed.
"Of course not."
"But you were a night or two ago—when I met you and Doctor Hugh?"
The tell-tale color rose under Rosemary's smooth skin.