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"If it weren't for getting back our stolen things," said Grace with a little shiver, "I'd be only too glad not to lay eyes on his beauteous countenance again. Goodness, I know I'll dream of him to-night." They walked on after that for some time in silence, each one busy with her own absorbing thoughts. Then suddenly Betty spoke.
When the children had looked at the kittens and kissed them, they went to visit Margery Grey, and to talk to old Goodman Grey, who was working in the garden, whilst Betty, in the meantime, and old Mary Bush, set out the tea-cups, and set the kettle to boil for tea. When the tea was ready, Betty called the children, and they would make Margery Grey come and drink tea with them.
"I LIKE him more than I can say so much, indeed, that I feel a little depressed by my certainty that I do not love him." If she had loved him, the whole matter would have been simplified. If the other man had drawn her, the thing would not be simple. Her father foresaw all the complications and he did not want complications for Betty.
But this time only the four little girls who had found Brown Betty were to go. At last the lunch was packed in four baskets and off the children went. On their way they found some wild strawberries. They stopped to pick them, and Mary showed the others how to make leaf baskets to hold berries. They gathered broad, flat leaves and fastened them together with little twigs.
It was as if he had been groping his way in a dark cavern and had stumbled unexpectedly into brilliant sunlight. He understood everything now. Every word that Betty had spoken, every gesture that she had made, had become amazingly clear. He saw now why she had shrunk back from him, why her eyes had worn that look.
The girl seemed brighter than she had been since the night of the murder, and Lois wondered what was the cause of it. Had she heard some good news? she asked herself. "Oh, Miss Lois," Betty cried, "I have been waiting a long time for you and I thought you would never come. May I go home with you?" "Certainly, I shall be delighted to have you.
"It's a tremendously puzzling thing though," said Jackie reflectively; "here you've got two mothers, you see, and two names. How will you manage, and where will you live?" "She's only got one real mother," cried Patrick. "And one real name," said Jennie. "And shall you mind," continued Jackie seriously, "about not being grand? You're not Lady anything, you see, but just `Betty."
There was only one. Betty was convinced of that; and for the moment the dull ache in her heart prompted her to wish that she never had seen the man down there listening impassively to remarks on the Immigration bill. She wanted to be happy, she was made to be happy, and it was easy to imagine the most exacting woman deeply attached to Robert Burleigh. What was love that it defied the Will?
And indeed, Betty dear, though I do not for a moment think you encourage the fellow, still what I have said of the situation is true in regard to his feelings and intentions; he wears his heart upon his sleeve." "That he does not!" returned Betty with spirit; "not all of his heart, at any rate; only such portions as are fit for public perusal.
"Every tenth girl you meet down here seems to be named Virginia." "But was she born in Virginia?" asked Betty. "Where did you live then?" Bobby stared. Then she laughed. "Oh, I see," she said. "We lived at Fairfields. Of course you know that. But, like so many friends, you have always thought of us as living in Washington. We're in Virginia, Betty, didn't you know that?" "No."
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