They would be talking to him about the Priory, and their future life, and all their hopes and fears; and he would be listening to them with that kind smile she knew so well on his lips.
"What is the matter with you, Elizabeth ?" cried Theo rather pettishly; "do you know, you have added up all those figures wrongly ?" "Have I, dear?
I am so sorry;" and Elizabeth, with a tired little sigh, worked her way up the column again.

When she had entered the sum-total, she took up her hat.
"Surely you will wait for father," observed Theo, rather surprised at this unusual haste; "you know he promised us that he would be back soon after twelve." "Yes, I know; but we have a guest staying with us, and I ought not to absent myself too long.

I have seen Mr.Carlyon already and he will understand.

Please give him my love." Elizabeth could not have told why she was in such a hurry to be home, or why the morning seemed so endless to her.

Theo's tactless remarks irritated her more than usual; she could hardly control her impatience as she answered her.
"Theo is very wearisome at times," she thought, as she walked rapidly through the woodlands.
But after all there had been no need for haste.