"Don't remember me, do you?" he said.
"I do now," said Cynthia, looking at him rather timidly through her lashes. Her face was hot, and she had been, very uncomfortable during Mr. Merrill's remarks. Furthermore, Bob had not taken his eyes off her.
"I remembered you right away," he said reproachfully; "I saw you in front of the house this morning, and you ran away."
"I didn't runaway," replied Cynthia, indignantly.
"It looked like it, to me," said Bob.. "I suppose you were afraid I was going to give you anther whistle."
Cynthia bit her lip, and then she laughed. Then she looked around to see where Jethro was, and discovered that they were alone in front of the meeting-house. Ephraim and her father had passed on while Mr. Merrill was talking.
"What's the matter?" asked Bob.
"I'm afraid they've gone," said Cynthia. "I ought to be going after them.
They'll miss me."
"Oh, no, they won't," said Bob, easily, "let's sit down under the tree.
They'll come back."
Whereupon he sat down under the maple. But Cynthia remained standing, ready to fly. She had an idea that it was wrong to stay—which made it all the more delightful.