“Maybe you’d be more contented over in the hotel,” Audry said.
“It isn’t a question of where I’d be more contented,” he said. “You bet I’ll be more contented in the cottage with you—and Mr. Ferris. I think it would be best, too, just like you say.”
“Oh, I didn’t say so,” the girl expostulated.
“You’re right, anyway, that’s sure,” poor Tom vociferated.
“And you’ll meet Miranda,” said Ferris.
Tom was not curious. He felt that he did not care anything about meeting Miranda, whoever she was. He was quite satisfied with the girl who had made him see things as they really are....
And sure, thanks to her, his vision was now so clear, he scrutinized her rather more particularly as she stepped down from the buckboard when it stopped before a funny little cottage, under the shadow of the old hotel. She looked very winsome in her khaki knickers and high laced hiking boots.
“She’s one clever girl,” poor Tom said to himself.
CHAPTER XVI
NEW FRIENDS