'What do you mean?' Primrose answered in just bewilderment.
'Well I have two in mine.' And Miss Kennedy went back to the window and her world of moonlight. She did not wonder that the Indians reckoned their time by 'moons;' she was beginning to check off her own existence in the same way. In one moon she had walked home from Merricksdale, in another driven back from Mrs. Seaton's; and now in this—But then her head went down upon the window-sill once more, nor was lifted again until the carriage was before the steps of Chickaree.
'Dane,' said Primrose, as the two were parting in the dusky hall at home, 'she will never get over this. Never, never, never!'
He kissed her, laughing, and giving her hand a warm grasp.
'You are mistaken,' he said. 'She is a more sensible woman than you giver her credit for.'
CHAPTER XXXIII.
HITS AT CROQUET.
The second day after the four-in-hand club affair, the following note was brought to Miss Hazel:
'Will you ride with me this afternoon?
'M. O. R.'
And perhaps five words have seldom taken longer to write than these which he received by return messenger: