It was all in the spirit of "Who Cares ?" that she had caught at again.

Why worry as to what Mrs.Hosack might say or Palgrave might feel?
Wasn't she as free as the air to follow her whims without a soul to make a claim upon her or to hold out a hand to stop?
Through these racing thoughts she heard Palgrave talking and crickets rasping and frogs croaking and a sudden burst of laughter and talk in the drawing-room,--and the whistle come again.
"Yes," she said, because yes was as good as any other word.

"Well, Gilbert, dear, if you're not an early bird you will see me again later,"-- and jumped down from the wall.
"Where are you going ?" "Does that matter ?" "Yes, it does.

I want you here.

I've been waiting all these weeks." She laughed.