. St. Nicholas [serial]. art. It was Roy. For a mo-ment, she hesitated, and then retreated acrossthe room on tiptoe, and hurried up the stairs toMrs. Trumbull. There—there s some one at the door, shesaid, a little out of breath with excitement. Mrs. Trumbull looked up sharply. Well, she demanded, why did nt you openit? Because I dont want to see him, answeredElizabeth. See who? Roy. Land sakes ! returned Mrs. Trumbull, in as-tonishment. You dont mean to say that you twohave quarreled! You have nt been so foolish ! 1912.] THE LADY OF THE LANE 645 No. It is nt that. But—wont you please tellhim t
. St. Nicholas [serial]. art. It was Roy. For a mo-ment, she hesitated, and then retreated acrossthe room on tiptoe, and hurried up the stairs toMrs. Trumbull. There—there s some one at the door, shesaid, a little out of breath with excitement. Mrs. Trumbull looked up sharply. Well, she demanded, why did nt you openit? Because I dont want to see him, answeredElizabeth. See who? Roy. Land sakes ! returned Mrs. Trumbull, in as-tonishment. You dont mean to say that you twohave quarreled! You have nt been so foolish ! 1912.] THE LADY OF THE LANE 645 No. It is nt that. But—wont you please tellhim that I cant see him? I dont —I really dont like to do it, said frankly. But if you can give meany good reason — The knock was repeated, for Roy could tell bythe smoke from the chimney that some one wasat home. Is it because of anything that Helen Brook-field said? demanded Mrs. Trumbull. It—it s something she told me, Elizabethadmitted finally; but —oh, please go down! Chapter XII A NEW FRIENDSHIP. WHAT IS IT POSSIBLE TO DO WITHSOFT BOILED EGGS? For a moment, Mrs. Trumbull studied the girlsharply. She saw that Elizabeth was really inearnest, and that whatever was troubling her wasno mere passing whim. She started reluctantlytoward the door. All right, she said, I 11 do it, but I dontlike the idea at all. She went down-stairs, and a moment later,Elizabeth heard her talking with Roy. Then in amoment she heard the door close. She tiptoed tothe window and saw Roy striding down the pathcarrying his shoulders well back as usual. Unseenby him, she waved him good-by. Oh, she ex-claimed to herself, I 11 show them! I 11 showthem all! While Mrs. Trumbull was dressing next morn-ing, she heard, in the kitchen below, such a glad-some trill of fresh, young notes, blending withthe morning songs of the birds, that she pausedto listen. The voice was so strong and full ofjoy that it filled her own old heart, and sent herback in her thoughts a full twenty-five years. Itwas
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