"I wish----" said Lulu, as she looked at them. But she did not know what she wished. Certainly it was for no moral excellence, for she perceived none.
"What is it, Lulu?" Mr. Plow asked, and he was bright and quiet too, Lulu thought.
"Well," said Lulu, "it's not much. But I wanted Jenny to tell me about last night."
"Last night?"
"Yes. Would you----" Hesitation was her only way of apology. "Where did you go?" She turned to Jenny.
Jenny looked up in her clear and ardent fashion: "We went across the river and carried supper and then we came home."
"What time did you get home?"
"Oh, it was still light. Long before eight, it was."
Lulu hesitated and flushed, asked how long Di and Bobby had stayed there at Jenny's; whereupon she heard that Di had to be home early on account of Mr. Cornish, so that she and Bobby had not stayed at all. To which Lulu said an "of course," but first she stared at Jenny and so impaired the strength of her assent. Almost at once she rose to go.
"Nothing else?" said Mrs. Plow, catching that look of hers.