“‘Where ignorance is bliss——’” she murmured.
“But I’d rather know! Tell me the worst, please!”
She shook her head smilingly.
“Good-bye,” she said.
“Aren’t you going to let me see you again?” he asked dolefully. Again she shook her head.
“I have had the offer of a new pool,” she said, “one with all modern improvements, and I think I shall move.”
“But—now, look here, it isn’t fair! What am I to do? It’s evident you’ve never spent a holiday in Riverdell, or else you’d appreciate my plight. There’s nothing to do save paddle around on that idiotic little river. And every time I’m afraid the water will leak out when I’m not watching it and leave me high and dry. If only for charity, please let me come here and see you now and then—just for a moment! I’ll be very good, really; I’ll even agree to stay in the canoe and frizzle before your eyes!”
“You speak,” she answered perplexedly, “as though I had invited you to come to Riverdell, or at least as though I were to blame for your remaining here!”
He resisted the words that sprang to his lips.