"Nobody's told me. I just know. It's in the air. A wild duck knows when to go north. A bluebird knows when to move south. It's in the air. That's the way I know—" his voice dropped. "Let's go to Mt. Vernon and spend the day, Jennie—"
The girl looked up sharply. The low persuasive tones were unmistakable.
The faintest flush mantled her cheeks.
"No—I wouldn't miss those speeches for anything. You promised to take me to the Senate gallery. Come on."
With a quick bound the boy scaled the next flight of steps and looked down at her laughing:
"All right, why don't you come on!"
With a frown she sprang up the stone stairs and he caught her step with a sudden military salute. They walked in silence for a few minutes.
"What's the matter with you to-day, Dick Welford?"
"Why, Miss Jennie Barton?"
"I never saw you quite so foolish."