"It would take more than thinking to bring--that." Then, with a quick change of manner, she cried: "Come, come, suppose we don't worry any more about MY hours.
Let's think of yours.

Tell me, what have you been doing since I saw you last?
Perhaps you have been again to--to see Mr.Jack, for instance." "I have; but I saw Jill mostly, till the last." David hesitated, then he blurted it out: "Lady of the Roses, do you know about the gate and the footbridge ?" Miss Holbrook looked up quickly.
"Know--what, David ?" "Know about them--that they're there ?" "Why--yes, of course; at least, I suppose you mean the footbridge that crosses the little stream at the foot of the hill over there." "That's the one." Again David hesitated, and again he blurted out the burden of his thoughts.

"Lady of the Roses, did you ever--cross that bridge ?" Miss Holbrook stirred uneasily.
"Not--recently." "But you don't MIND folks crossing it ?" "Certainly not--if they wish to." "There! I knew 't wasn't your blame," triumphed David.
"MY blame!" "Yes; that Mr.Jack wouldn't let Jill come across, you know.

He called her back when she'd got halfway over once." Miss Holbrook's face changed color.
"But I do object," she cried sharply, "to their crossing it when they DON'T want to! Don't forget that, please." "But Jill did want to." "How about her brother--did he want her to ?" "N--no." "Very well, then.

I didn't, either." David frowned.