Cameron glanced at Mandy, who was standing impatiently waiting. Perkins caught the glance.
“Oh, please let him stay, Mandy,” he pleaded.
“He can stay if he likes,” sniffed Mandy scornfully. “I got no string on him; but I'm goin' home. Good-night, everybody.”
“Good-night, Mandy,” called Perkins. “Tell them we're comin'.”
“Just a moment, Mandy!” said Cameron, “and I'm with you. Another time I hope to do a reel with you, Miss MacKenzie,” he said, bidding her good-night, “and I hope it will be soon.”
“Remember, then,” cried Isa, warmly shaking hands with him. “I will keep you to your promise at the picnic.”
“Fine!” said Cameron, and with easy grace he made his farewells and set off after Mandy, who by this time was some distance down the lane.
“You needn't come for me,” she said, throwing her voice at him over her shoulder.
“What a splendid night we have had!” said Cameron, ignoring her wrath. “And what awfully nice people.”
Mandy grunted and in silence continued her way down the lane, picking her steps between the muddy spots and pools left by the rain.