“Certainly not. I’ll give it to Donald myself.� And Alice took the gingerly proffered note and slipped it into her pocket.
“It is all right, dear,� she smiled cheerily, in answer to the pathetic questioning of Tibby’s eyes, and she tripped away blithely, happy at the thought that she had made a discovery which would aid in adjusting matters to her liking.
Alice awaited her opportunity to place the missive in Donald’s hand, unobserved by any one else, and was pleased to see the start he gave as he looked at it.
Alice Cramer, like every other womanly woman, was a born matchmaker, and this evidence of contrition on the part of Tibby filled her benevolent heart with delight. This submissive, questioning air of the girl was so unlike her usual imperious manner that Alice augured much from it.
“You will go, Don?� she whispered when he again approached her.
“Yes, if you think best.� He met her eyes with an inquiring look.
Alice nodded.
“Now?�
“Yes.�
Donald set out across the fields toward Mark’s home with some reluctance. He knew he had, by rescuing Tibby, put her, in a sense, under obligation to him, and he dreaded to meet her upon such a footing. He had remained away from her, resolved that until the remembrance of that struggle in the storm had become less vivid, he would never force his attentions upon her; would never annoy her with words of love.