“He said so. And to say good-bye to the parsonage. We agreed not to write to each other while he was out west.”
“What for,” questioned Aunt Affy, suspiciously. “Had you ever written to each other before?”
“No,” laughed Judith, softly, “and we agreed not to begin.”
“What for?” asked Aunt Affy, again.
“For fun, I think, as much as anything. I think we had no real reason.”
“Two such reasonable creatures, too. Judith, you had a reason or he had. Why should the question come up?” Aunt Affy asked severely.
“Oh, questions are always coming up. He asked me if I would write and I refused.”
“And that’s how you agreed together. What was your reason?”
“I think,” began Judith slowly, “I was afraid Roger wouldn’t like it. Or Marion. Marion is particular about such things. I’m afraid she had something to trouble her once—she never will tease anybody about anybody, even.”
“Well, be off, and dress. I told John you would not be out for some time.”