But I used to wonder, being a boy, whether it could be scaled or no.

One afternoon I rode my pony over to find out, and I discovered--What do you think ?--that my wall was a mere hedge just three feet high, no more." "Well!" said Sylvia.
"Well, I have not forgotten--that's all," he replied.
"Good-by," she said, and he learned no more from her voice than he had done from her looks.

He walked away down the lane, and having gone a few yards he looked back.

Sylvia was still standing in the doorway, watching him with grave and thoughtful eyes.

But there was no invitation to him to return, and turning away again he walked on.
Sylvia went up-stairs to her room.