THE RUNAWAY ROAD
derstand derstand that as though I had made the word myself." She tried to laugh. "Now I'm going home! I've had a good time. You seem almost like a friend. I've never had a talky friend."
And she was in her saddle and half-way down the wood-path before his mind quickened to cry out "Stop! Wait a minute!"
A little out of breath he caught up with her, and stood for a moment like an embarrassed schoolboy, though his face in the sunlight was as old as young forty.
"I'm afraid you have n't had much of an adventure this morning," he volunteered whimsically. "If you really want an adventure why don't you come back to the house and have dinner with my brother and me? There's no one else there. Think how it would tease my brother! You're twelve or fifteen miles from home, and it's already two o'clock and very hot. My brother has done some pictures that are going to be talked about next winter, and I—I've got rather a conspicuous position ahead of me in Washington. Would n't it amuse you a little bit afterward, if any one spoke of us, to remember our little farmhouse dinner to day?—Would you be afraid to come?" His last question was very direct.
A look came into the Girl's eyes that was very good for a man to see.
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