“Yes, I would,” replied Francis, with steady gravity.
“I suppose it wasn't such a surprise to you as it was to us?” said she directly, and the other women panted.
“No, I suppose it wasn't,” said Francis.
Mrs. Lowe and Mrs. Robbins glanced at each other.
“He knew,” Mrs. Lowe motioned with her lips, nodding.
“She didn't,” Mrs. Robbins motioned back, shaking her head.
Francis sat beside the minister's wife. She talked on about the wedding, and he listened soberly and assentingly.
“Well, it will be your turn next, Francis,” said she, with a sly graciousness, and the young man reddened, and laughed constrainedly.
Francis seldom glanced at Lois, but it was as if her little figure in the window was all he saw in the room. She seemed so near his consciousness that she shut out all else besides. Lois did not look at him, but once in a while she put up her hand and arranged the hair on her forehead, and after she had done so felt as if she saw herself with his eyes. The air was growing cool; presently Lois coughed.
“You'd better come away from that window,” said Mrs. Field, speaking out suddenly.