Her name was cried before he spoke again.
"Hilda! where are you?"
"Hark! my sister's calling," she said; "I expect dinner's ready."
She moved towards the house, David beside her, and met Bee coming down the path.
"Mr. Tremlett has been saving my life, Bee! I've been attacked while you were out."
"Mr. Tremlett was very kind," answered Bee, smiling. "How did he do it?"
The three loitered in the doorway, talking, and she thanked him seriously when she understood what had happened. He noted that her tones were grave and sweet, and pitied her; and his gaze kept straying to the beautiful face. After a minute he turned away, and the sisters went inside.
"He's quite a gentleman," said the girl; "and I'm sure he must have been stung, though he pretended he wasn't. It would have been quite romantic if he had been another colour."
"She loved me for the dangers I had—averted," murmured Bee.
"What's that—a quotation?" asked Hilda,