Thames tried to answer her, but his voice failed him.
“Come! I see the storm has blown over,” cried Winifred, brightening up.
“You're mistaken, Winny. Nothing can alter my determination. I shall quit this roof to-morrow.”
The little girl's countenance fell.
“Do nothing without consulting my father—your father, Thames,” she implored. “Promise me that.”
“Willingly. And what's more, I promise to abide by his decision.”
“Then, I'm quite easy,” cried Winifred, joyfully.
“I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me,” rejoined Thames.
The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. But she made no answer.
“In case he should consent—”