Andrew, looking somewhat puzzled, picked up the ball, sprang to his saddle, and galloped off.
"So far, well, thought Ursula.

But would Andrew understand?
Would he have wit enough to think of exploring the big, knobby ball for its delicate secret?
And would he be at the dance after all?
"The evening dragged by.

Time had never seemed so long to Ursula.

She could not rest or sleep.

It was midnight before she heard the patter of a handful of gravel on her window-panes.