“Rose, my dear! Rose!” he cried.
“Where is mother? Does she know? It isn’t anything, Pardy.” Then she looked at his companion, who presented a sufficiently soiled and untidy appearance to still perplex her.
“Fairfield,” she exclaimed, “where is—”
“I am Mr. Carington,” he returned, smiling, and a little embarrassed. Lyndsay looked on bewildered.
“But—”
“Never mind, Miss Lyndsay. I owe you an apology for playing bowman for a half-day.”
“Indeed!” cried Rose, flushing, and, turning away, went up the steps. She hesitated half-way, remembering the bear, and then went on and entered the house.
“One moment, Mr. Carington!” exclaimed her father. “Wait for me.” And he hurried after her. In a few minutes the scared mother was made to understand the matter, and, reassured, busied herself in seeing Rose safely to bed.
CHAPTER XIV
