"Yes."
"I'd been waiting for you under an apple-tree. How I should like to see old Robin now!"
"Who was Robin?" asked Cousin Dove, and so I told her of the Devonshire lad. During my story Letitia wandered, as she liked to do, searching for odd, half-hidden flowers among the grasses. Soon she was nowhere to be seen, nor could we hear her near us.
"Letitia was fond of Robin, was she not?" asked Cousin Dove.
"Oh yes," I said. "So were we all."
"But I mean—don't you think she may have loved him?"
"Oh," I said, "I never thought of that; besides, Letitia never had time for—"
Dove opened wide her eyes.
"Must you have time for—"
"I mean," I stammered, "she was never free like—you or me; we—"