Her bright eyes turned from one to the other, a funny twinkle in them.
Trudy could not speak, but Collin roused himself.
"I don't know what we're staying here for," he said, shortly. "I'd got started to take the boat, but Trudy stopped me. That's what she was running for. The boat's gone, and we'd better go. I don't know what Trudy's going to do with me now. Maybe she knows."
He got up, his bundle sagging from a nerveless hand and his face dull, and they turned up the pier.
"You are in trouble," said Rosalie, soberly. "I'm sorry I came. That's the way I always do, you know. I do things before I think. And I'm sorry for you."
Collin made a husky sound of acknowledgment. To Trudy, he muttered:
"I don't know where I'm going. I won't go home—I daren't."
And Trudy answered:
"Go to the Browns with me, then, Collin?"
But he shook his head.