"Why?"
"You know why. Shall you write to Brooks that we are coming?"
"No. I want it to be a surprise. That's half the fun."
But there was nothing funny about it, as it proved, for it was on that very Friday morning that Richard had found Peggy much better, and Anne very pale with circles under her eyes.
He went away, and later his mother called Anne up. She asked her to spend the day at Crossroads. Richard would come for her and would bring her home after dinner.
Anne, with a fluttering sense of excitement, packed her ruffled white frock in a little bag, and was ready when Richard arrived.
At the gate they met Geoffrey Fox. The young doctor stopped his horse. "Come and have lunch with us, Fox?"
"I'm sorry. But I must get to work. How long are you going to keep Miss Warfield?"
"As late as we can."
"To-night?"