Jason was reddening with embarrassment now, but he had to get out what had been so long on his mind.
"I'm comin' once anyhow. I know what she did for me and I'm comin' to thank her for doin' it."
Marjorie was surprised and again she smiled.
"Well, she won't like that, Jason," she said, and the boy, not misunderstanding, smiled too.
"I'm comin'."
Marjorie turned her horse.
"I hope I'll be at home."
Her mood had turned to coquetry again. Jason had meant to tell her that he knew she herself had been behind her mother's kindness toward him, but a sudden delicacy forbade, and to her change of mood he answered:
"You will be—when I come."
This was a new deftness for Jason, and a little flush of pleasure came to the girl's cheeks and a little seriousness to her eyes.