"Think now," continued the man.

"Perhaps she said something else, too.

Did she say anything else, David ?" David shook his head slowly.
"No, only--yes, there was a little something, but it doesn't CHANGE things any, for it was only a 'supposing.' She said: 'Just supposing, after long years, that the Princess found out about how the boy felt long ago, and suppose he should look up at the tower some day, at the old time, and see a ONE--TWO wave, which meant, "Come over to see me." Just what do you suppose he would do ?' But of course, THAT can't do any good," finished David gloomily, as he rose to go to bed, "for that was only a 'supposing.'" "Of course," agreed Mr.Jack steadily; and David did not know that only stern self-control had forced the steadiness into that voice, nor that, for Mr.Jack, the whole world had burst suddenly into song.
Neither did David, the next morning, know that long before eight o'clock Mr.Jack stood at a certain window, his eyes unswervingly fixed on the gray towers of Sunnycrest.

What David did know, however, was that just after eight, Mr.Jack strode through the room where he and Jill were playing checkers, flung himself into his hat and coat, and then fairly leaped down the steps toward the path that led to the footbridge at the bottom of the hill.
"Why, whatever in the world ails Jack ?" gasped Jill.

Then, after a startled pause, she asked.