"Will you?"
"If mamma doesn't call me."
"Very well."
Lawrence went into the hall and to the foot of the stairs. With his hand on the post, he paused. He stood there an instant, then he turned back. He rejoined the girl on the piazza. She had walked to the railing and was leaning both hands upon it. Lawrence caught a glimpse of her profile, and his own face grew tender at sight of it.
"Where in the world have my eyes been?" he asked himself.
She turned quickly as he came through the door.
"I came back because I was afraid Aunt Tishy would call you," he said.
"Oh!"
"Yes."
Then the two stood in silence.