"
"And I should have stayed tangled in the black berry vines ever so long,"
she laughed.
"You haven't told me why you were there."
"Because I was silly," she said emphatically.
"Do silly people always hide in blackberry vines?" he questioned,
laughing.
"Silly people like me," she said.
At that moment they stopped in front of the gate of Marjorie's home;
through the lilac-bushes--the old fence was overgrown with lilacs--Hollis
discerned some bright thing glimmering on the piazza. The bright thing
possessed a quick step and a laugh, for it floated towards them and when
it appeared at the gate Hollis found that it was only Linnet.
There was nothing of the mouse about Linnet.
"Why, Marjie, mother said you might stay till dark."
Linnet was seventeen, but she was not too grown up for "mother said" to
be often on her lips.
"I didn't want to," said Marjorie. "Good-bye, Hollis. I'm going to hunt
eggs."
"I'd go with you, it's rare fun to hunt eggs, only I haven't seen
Linnet--yet."
"And you must see Linnet--yet," laughed Linnet, "Hollis, what a big boy
you've grown to be!" she exclaimed regarding him critically; the new
suit, the black onyx watch-chain, the blonde moustache, the full height,
and last of all the friendly brown eyes with the merry light in them.
"What a big girl you've grown to be, Linnet," he retorted surveying her
critically and admiringly.
There was fun and fire and changing lights, sauciness and defiance, with
a pretty little air of deference, about Linnet.
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