He complied.
“What does it mean?” she wanted to know.
He had scarcely started to explain when she exclaimed, “Oh, I see! Go on.”
A voice interrupted them: Mrs. Shepard, announcing that dinner was ready.
On the way down-stairs Bonnie May amazed Baron by repeating in its entirety the passage he had read to her—“harbinger,” and all. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” said she.
In the lower hall Flora joined them. Baron glanced at her mischievously. “I’ve been learning a little something about the dark deeds that are going on around me,” he said.
And Flora, as she preceded the other two into the dining-room, lifted her face slightly and laughed in a manner so musical and mellow that Baron looked after her in amazement.
He felt Bonnie May’s hand tugging at his, and looking at her he perceived that she had laid one finger across her lips in warning.
He understood. He wanted to laugh, too. But he realized that he did not know how, and that, moreover, this was not the proper occasion.