It certainly was to George and Effie, and the former went on to Mrs. Wood’s afterwards, with a stronger feeling than ever that he cared very little indeed whether school kept or not. Alas, for Effie Dryer’s peace!
No human eyes had noticed George Brayton’s entry of her father’s front door, but a very human pair had seen him go away. After that, it only needed that the cup should be filled with the news the Doctor himself brought home at the noon “recess.”
“Euphemia!” almost frantically exclaimed Mrs. Dryer, “he is going. Do you mean to say that you are going with him?”
“Not now,” calmly responded Effie, but with an extra flush on her face.
“Not now? What do you mean? Why not now?” demanded her stepmother.
“Because he forgot to ask me,” said Effie, demurely.
“Because He Forgot to Ask Me”
“Do you mean you would if he did?”
“If he ever does, I shall tell him, but I’ve no intention of telling you, now or then,” said Effie, firmly.