They were walking side by side now toward the meadow-path. As they reached it he paused.
"Come to the back of the pasture--to-morrow!--at four o'clock!" he said, tentatively, recklessly.
Daphne did not answer as she moved away from him along the path homeward.
"Will you come?" he called out to her.
She turned and shook her head. Whatever her own new plans may have become, she was once more happy and laughing.
"Come, Daphne!"
She walked several paces further and turned and shook her head again.
"Come!" he pleaded.
She laughed at him.
He wheeled round to his mare grazing near. As he put his foot into the stirrup, he looked again: she was standing in the same place, laughing still.