"Ay," replied Peter, "I did that."
Dr. Hunter was at home when they arrived. They found him sitting on one of the garden seats smoking.
"I'm taking a holiday too, you see," he called to Marjory. "Come and tell me about yours."
Marjory obeyed, and was surprised that she felt able to tell her uncle quite freely about what she and Blanche had been doing; and he, on his part, was glad to see the light in Marjory's eyes, and to hear the ring of pleasure in her voice, both of which had been rare of late.
As for Marjory, she went to bed full of contentment, and with a sense of general well-being. Often she had got up in the morning with a feeling of dullness, as if there were nothing to look forward to. She was sure that such a feeling would never come to her again, now that she had some one to share her days, to share her pleasures and her troubles—for even girls have troubles of their own, and very real ones sometimes.
"Everything will be different now," was her thought as she lay down to sleep. "I shall be glad when to-morrow comes."