“Yes, dearie, and does Mr. Wainsworth seem to fancy you, or anything of that sort?”
“And Mr. Wainsworth told us he had seen Adam, and that he told him everything,” said Garde, thinking for herself and musing aloud. “Oh, dear me!”
“Oh, dear me!” said Rex, derisively.
“And do you know where your Adam is going, and when?” inquired Goody. “Those ought to be your main considerations now.”
“Why, to-day,” answered Garde. “But I don’t know where, or anything else about it. What shall I do? If he goes away like that, I may never see him again!”
“Did you say he went to meeting with Goodwife Phipps?”
“Yes,—yes, I saw him myself.”
“Then you can be almost certain that he is off somewhere with Captain William Phipps, for a more restless, sea-hankering man never lived and remained so good as Captain Phipps.”
“Oh, I might have thought of that!”
“Then you ought to be able to think of something to do this very morning,” said Goody, a little, pretty color burning up in her wrinkled cheeks. “It is still early, and you have good stout legs.”