. . .rcely have resisted, even had she not herself yearned for the same thing. "It—it would be fine!" she acknowledged, shyly. "I'm—I'm awfully glad—if you want to."

They drifted about idly a while longer, discussing a trip for the next morning, in which Sally proposed to show her new friend the deserted mill, up Cranberry Creek. And Doris announced that she was going to learn to row,[Pg 30] so that the whole burden of that task might not fall on Sally.

"But now I must go in," she ended. "It's growing dark and Mother will worry. But you be here in the morning at half-past nine with your boat, if we'd better not take the canoe on account of Genevieve, and we'll have a jolly day."

Not once during all this time, had there been the least reference to the mysterious hint of Sally's during the earlier afternoon. But this was not at all because Doris had forgotten it. She was, to tell the truth, even more curious about it than ever. Her v. . . Read More