“Well, it can be——”
“Dear child, it can’t. I have no illusions.”
“You think you haven’t.”
It was late when at last they took off their skates and Edith invited them all to go home with her. “We’ll have something hot. I’m as hungry as a dozen bears.”
The boys giggled. “So am I,” said Sandy Stoddard. But Arthur said nothing. His eyes were occupied to the exclusion of his tongue. Edith looked to him like some angel straight from heaven. He had never seen anyone so particularly lovely.
So, packed in Baldy’s Ford, they made the journey. The two small boys had an Arabian Nights’ feeling as they were led through the great hall with its balconies, thence to the huge kitchen.
The servants had gone to bed, all except Waldron—who led the way, and offered his services.
“No, we’ll do it ourselves, Waldron,” Miss Towne told him. “Is Uncle Fred in?”
“No, Miss Towne.”
“Well, if he comes, tell him where we are.”