Long before the guests thought of rising the next morning, Patty came to me as I was having the mare saddled. The sun was up, and the clouds were being chased, like miscreants who have played their prank, and were now running for it. The sharp air brought the red into her cheeks. And for the first time in her life with me she showed shyness. She glanced up into my face, and then down at the leaves running on the ground.
"I hope they will go to-day," said she, when I was ready to mount.
I began to tighten the girths, venting my feelings on Firefly until the animal swung around and made a vicious pass at my arm.
"Richard!"
"Yes."
"You will not worry over that senseless speech of Tom's?"
"I see it in a properer light now, Patty," I replied. "I usually do—in the morning."
She sighed.
"You are so—high-strung," she said, "I was afraid you would—"
"I would—?"