Ned stood a moment, in his thoughtful way, and then went back up the steps to Miss Anne, who was now at ease as to Rose, and well pleased with her dearest nephew.
“What was it?” she inquired.
“Oh, not much—nothing.”
“I think I know.”
“No!”
“Yes; he wanted to say you had behaved well.”
“Oh, bother, Aunt Anne! What’s the use of your asking, if you know? You always do know.”
Then Ned went away, and Archibald Lyndsay came out and strode uneasily up and down the porch.
“Archie,” said Anne. “Brother.”
“Well, what is it?”