“When?”
“After—the others left.”
“You never were!”
“Yes, I was. And you came right underneath and I was—well, I was pretty frightened.” Molly giggled. “You’d have been, too,” he added defensively.
“Of course I would,” she owned. “I guess I’d have fallen right out of the tree. I wish, though, I’d known you were up there, Cal,” she went on regretfully. “I’d have stayed there, I guess. Did you see me dancing?”
“Was that what you were doing? I couldn’t see very well on account of the leaves, but sometimes you looked about ten feet tall and sometimes you weren’t any higher than that.” Cal put his hand a couple of feet from the sidewalk.
“It was the broom made me look tall. And I guess when I wasn’t any higher than that I was stooping down emptying the apples out of that pillow-case. I do wish I’d known you were up there, though.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” said Cal with a laugh. “It was bad enough as it was. What did you dance for?”
“Oh, just—just for fun,” answered Molly vaguely. “It was a Dance of Triumph.”
“Where did you go to? It seemed to me you just—just vanished.”