Rosemary flushed with pleasure. Then, being Rosemary, she flung herself headlong at her brother, narrowly missing his glasses.
"Oh, Hugh! Hugh dear, I am sorry I acted so to-night!" she wept.
"There, there," he patted her gently. "You didn't mean to be cross, we all know that. You were tired and so was Aunt Trudy. I guess this heat has about worn everybody out. I tried to warn you, but the fireworks had to blaze up. Now kiss me, like my sweet girl, for I'm going out again, and then make your peace with Aunt Trudy. And to-morrow morning we'll leave dull care behind us and enjoy ourselves for a few hours."
"Shirley would love to go," suggested Rosemary.
"All right, I thought you ought to leave the cares behind, but we'll take Shirley if you say so," was the answer.
CHAPTER XI
A CHAIN OF PROMISES
