Lois was silent again. They had been walking fast, as well as talking fast, spite of wind and rain; the church was left behind some time ago, and the more comely and elegant part of the village settlement.
"We shall have to stop talking now," Lois said, "for we are near my place."
"Which is your place?"
"Do you see that old schoolhouse, a little further on? We have that for our meetings. Some of the boys put it in order and make the fire for me."
"You will let me come in?"
"You?" said Lois. "O no! Nobody is there but my class."
"You will let me be one of them to-day? Seriously,—I am going to wait to see you home; you will not let me wait in the rain?"
"I shall bid you go home," said Lois, laughing.
"I am not going to do that."
"Seriously, Mr. Dillwyn, I do not need the least care."