That's not late.

Come on, let's go home." Azalea was smiling and in an excited mood, but she looked tired,--almost exhausted, as well.

She was flushed, and her hair was rumpled, and her breath came quickly, as if she had been through some violent exercise.
"What _have_ you been up to, Zaly ?" Elise asked, curiously.

"You look all done up!" "I went for a walk by myself.

Sometimes I have moods--" "Fiddlesticks! Don't try to make me think you had a longing for self-communion or any foolishness of that sort! I know you, Azalea Thorpe! You went off to meet somebody--" "I did not! How you talk, Elise Farrington!" "Yes, you did! Somebody that you don't want Patty and Bill to know about.