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Evidently there was serious business on hand, which could by no means be told lightly or without some regard to the surroundings. "Now what is it?" demanded Betty, when they had seated themselves under the old black cherry-tree; but neither of the girls took it upon her to speak first. "I promise never, never to tell."
Reginald, who had been growing more and more nervous, at last asked if he might call up Betty to find out how his mother was. He came back from the telephone, his face wrinkled. "Poor mother," he remarked anxiously, "do you think she will pull through, Professor? Betty says that Dr. Wilson has given her no idea yet about the nature of the trouble." Kennedy thought a moment.
Fanny felt the fault was entirely hers and turned appealing eyes to her captain. "Cheer up!" Polly called. "That's only one; dodge her next time." But Fanny didn't get a chance to even touch the ball, for Betty lost the toss up, and the ball was spirited away to the other goal. Evelin fought hard, but Eleanor was so busy thinking about the lines that the Fenwick team made another basket.
That's where the sweethearts and mothers and wives of the soldier boys go, isn't it to meet them ?" "Yes," Betty responded eagerly. "You see, that's what we are doing, helping to make them feel at home. That's why we want you to come with us now and stay there until you feel better."
Reyburn clenched his hands until the knuckles went white and uttered an exclamation, but Betty did not notice: "There was a terrible time then, and I was sent away to a school, a good many miles from home, where I stayed for several years. Father always came up to see me every week end, for a few hours at least, and we had wonderful times together.
Poor Betty had not a nice conscience, for she had never learned that grand, but simple rule of all moral obligation, Never do that to another which you would not have another do to you. She set off with her barrow, as proud and as happy as if she had been set up in the first shop in Covent Garden.
"Sorry, ladies," Allen said, "but our boat is on a strike again, and we'll have to have it fixed. It isn't much, though, and we can go out this afternoon." "Then we'll go down on the beach for a while," proposed Betty. "It's lovely this morning. We'll go in bathing just before luncheon, and then, after a little sleep, we'll be ready to have the boys amuse us."
As Betty went back into the drawing-room, she heard the visitor say: "I was born with a kind of horror of dogs, and I'm afraid that in some uncanny way they always know it! It's such bad luck, for most nice people and all the people I myself have cared for in my life, have been dog lovers."
"But I've come to ask you something this morning " The smile faded into a look of seriousness. "What's the matter?" he asked quickly. Betty hesitated and the red blood slowly mounted to her cheeks. He led her to a seat, beside his chair, touched her hand gently and whispered: "Tell me." "I hope you won't think me presumptuous, Mr.
"You must have been thinking of geese." "No," retorted Roy soberly. "I wasn't speaking of you." "Strike one for our side," chuckled Allen, while the others laughed at Mollie's look of surprise. "That was a good one, Roy right from the shoulder." "Now I know I'm going home," said Mollie forlornly. "Everybody's agin me." "I'm not," said Betty, putting an arm about her.
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