“Good evening,” answered Holly.
There was a flicker of surprise in Winthrop’s eyes ere he continued.
“I’m afraid I’m trespassing. The fact is, I was looking for a place called Waynewood and from the directions I received in the village I thought I had found it. But I guess I’ve made a mistake?”
“Oh, no,” said Holly; “this is Waynewood.”
Winthrop was silent a moment, striving to reconcile the announcement with her presence: evidently there were complications ahead. At last:
“Oh!” he said, and again paused.
“Would you like to see my Aunt?” asked Holly.
“Er—I hardly know,” answered Winthrop, with a smile for his own predicament. “Would it sound impolite if I asked who your Aunt is?”
“Why, Miss India Wayne,” answered Holly. “And I am Holly Wayne. Perhaps you’ve got the wrong place, after all?”
“Oh, no,” was the reply. “You say this is Waynewood, and of course there can’t be two Waynewoods about here.”