"
Mollie stared for a minute, then joined in the laugh.
"Strike one," she cried. "But do tell us, Amy clear, about this meeting
with Sergeant Mullins that occurred in the broad light of day. It must
have been interesting--though unforeseen," she added hastily, as Amy
turned a suspicious eye upon her.
"Yes, Amy, I humbly beseech you," added Grace.
"No, sir, I have been insulted enough," declared Amy stoutly, and nothing
they could say seemed to have any effect upon her decision.
"You ask her, Betty," entreated Grace at last, turning to the Little
Captain, who had been very silent and thoughtful during the ride. "She'll
do anything for you, you know."
Betty brought back her wandering attention with a start. She had been
thinking of those last words of Allen's, had been seeing again that
exalted look in his eyes, could feel again the trembling of his hands as
he grasped hers in a grip that hurt--hurt gloriously.
"Wh-what did you say?" she asked, dimly conscious of having been
addressed. "I--I'm afraid I wasn't listening."
"I'm afraid you weren't," returned Grace, throwing a loving arm about her.
Then she repeated Amy's confession and her own question, and gradually
there began to dawn in Betty's eyes a real interest.
"Oh, Amy, do tell us about it," she begged earnestly. "You know he has
always been something of a mystery to us because of his reserve, and we'd
love to know more about him.
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