"Your sister has been so good to me," she said suddenly. "I don't know what I should have done without her. I shall miss her dreadfully when I go away."
He looked up in swift distress.
"But you're not going! You mustn't! She's ever so pleased to have you with her. Where are you going?"
304 She looked away from him down the dusky road, and there was a little eloquent pause before she said slowly:
"I'm going back—to Chris."
"To Chris!" he could hardly believe it. He gripped both her hands. "Hooray! how perfectly splendid! Oh, forty thousand hoorays!"
She disengaged herself from his bearlike grip.
"Oh, Tommy—please!" She sounded more like her old self now, he thought with some emotion. There was a suspicious moisture in his eyes as he looked down at her.
"When?" he asked eagerly.
"When? Oh, I don't know yet." There was a note of nervous shrinking in her voice.