She went up the steps slowly. What had an hour done with and for her? She was very happy.
“Pleasant, isn’t it?” said Anne. “Get a good sketch, dear? Mama and your father are still out. Come here, nearer; what is the matter with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Wasn’t that Mr. Carington I heard on the beach?”
“Yes. He stopped when he saw me sketching.”
“Yes. Come and kiss me, Rose.”
The girl bent over her.
“I am so glad!”
“Glad? Why?”
“Go and wash your face, and change that ribbon, Miss Ostrich; but, for heaven’s sake, don’t let Margaret know I guessed it.”