“I am sorry you won’t stay to tea,” he said.
“Thank you, very much, but I must hurry back to my invalid.”
“What a right good sort she is,” thought the lad. “And what a splendid face she has got.”
Then he returned to the merry party on the lawn. He went straight up to Molly.
“You must be happy now,” he said. “You’ll see her to-morrow. You have been telling me all this time how you have been pining for her.”
“Oh, yes, I know,” said Molly. “I know.”
Her voice was subdued.
“You are not vexed—not put out about anything, are you?” said the boy.
“No; oh, no.”
“And with such a splendid sister.”