"She didn't mention it, so you don't have to be."
"I'll write to her to-night. So that accounts for Dick's mysterious disappearances."
"He's been visiting us at your old place, Sally. He was so much interested in seeing your favorite trees and in hearing about you, that Henrietta felt rather jealous."
Sally laughed derisively. They were standing at the foot of Mrs. Stump's fine granite steps. Fox was silent for a moment, looking at Sally.
"I know," he said at last thoughtfully, "I know where there are some gynesaurus trees near Whitby."
Sally's face lighted up. "Could a person climb them, Fox?"
"A person about twenty-two years old?" asked Fox. "I should think she might if she is able."
"She is able," she returned, nodding emphatically. "Will you tell me where they are?"
"Some day," Fox answered, not looking at her, "I will show them to you."