“Very much; and so does papa.”
“I’ll bring you some tomorrow,” he promised, greatly delighted to find something he could do for her.
“That will be fine,” she answered; “because, if you bring them, we can have a talk, you know. And it’s sort of dull, staying in the house all day. The others are out every minute of the time, for school begins again next Monday, and they want to have all the fun they can while vacation lasts.”
“That’s natural,” said Will. “It’s too bad you have to stay in during vacation. Say, Annabel; do you like to read Indian stories?”
“I don’t know; I’ve never read any.”
“I’ve got a swell Indian book at home; one that the Doctor gave me on my birthday. It’s all about Dick Onslow among the red-skins, and I call it a corker!”
“I’d like to read it,” said Annabel, smiling at his enthusiasm.
“Well, I’ll bring it over,” he agreed. “Then when you’re alone, you can read it.”
“Thank you,” said the girl, dreamily.
Then came another pause. It didn’t seem to them necessary to talk all the time; but finally Annabel gave a little start and began speaking of the school, and their mutual friends in the village so that the time passed swiftly away and it began to grow dark before either of them noticed it.