“I want to thank you, Tom. I was coming to your camp to-morrow, but I couldn’t wait. I-want to thank you, Tom.”
“What for?”
“Oh, for everything. You don’t realize the things you do and that’s the best part of it.” “I didn’t do noth—anything.”
“You got me back my pin. Oh, Tom, you don’t suppose five thousand dollars is all my father will give—he’ll give ten times that!”
Tom said nothing, and for a moment they stood there near the bridge, hearing the river rippling below.
Then, impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed him. “There,” she said, “that’s how much I thank you! And I’m coming to your camp again. I’m coming with my father,” she said, as she turned and ran toward home.
Still Tom said nothing. He could not handle a situation like this at all.
A little way down the road she turned and waved her hand, and he realized that if he were going to make any acknowledgment it would have to be done now. So he mastered his embarrassment as best he could, raised his hand awkwardly to his lips and threw a kiss to Mary Temple!
He had scarcely turned and started after the little cavalcade when he stumbled into Roy.
“I was just coming to see where you were. “Well, you took it, didn’t you?” Roy added, as they walked along together.