“You don’t keep a looking-glass in your wigwam I suppose?” she said.
“N-no,” admitted William. “But I’ll get one for next time you come. I’ll get one from Ethel’s room.”
“Won’t she mind?”
“She won’t know,” said William simply.
Miss Cannon smoothed down her dress.
“I’m horribly late. What will they think of me? It was awful of me to come with you. I’m always doing awful things. That’s a secret between you and me.” She gave William a smile that dazzled him. “Now come in and we’ll confess.”
“I can’t,” said William. “I’ve got to wash an’ come down tidy. I promised I would. It’s a special day. Because of Robert, you know. Well you know. Because of—Robert!”
He looked up at her mystified face with a significant nod.
Robert was frantic. He had run his hands through his hair so often that it stood around his head like a spiked halo.