Elizabeth was silent again.
"But doesn't he have studying or writing to do in the evenings? I thought he had."
"O yes," said Winnie, "but then it don't hinder him from talking to me."
"And is he good enough to make you like this place better than your beautiful country home?"
"I would rather be here," said Winnie. But she turned her face a little from her questioner, and though it remained perfectly calm, the eyes filled to overflowing. Elizabeth again paused, and then bending over her where she still lay on her couch, she pressed her own full red lips to Winnie's forehead. The salute was instantly returned upon one of her little kid gloves which Winnie laid hold of.
"You don't know how rich you are, Winifred, to have such a good brother."
"Yes I do," said Winifred. "You don't."
If there was not a rush to Elizabeth's eyes, it was because she fought for it.
"Perhaps I don't," she said quietly; — "for I never had any one. Will you go and ride with me to-morrow, Winifred?"
"Ride?" said Winifred.