13/18 "She didn't wave, you know." The needle in Miss Holbrook's fingers stopped short in mid-air, the thread half-drawn. "What do you--mean ?" "Nothing," laughed the boy, turning away from the window. "I forgot that you didn't know the story." "But maybe I do--that is--what was the story ?" asked Miss Holbrook, wetting her lips as if they had grown suddenly very dry. Do you know the story ?" There was no answer. Miss Holbrook was putting away her work, hurriedly, and with hands that shook. |