"I must go to him.

I came to send you, while I was looking after Mary and the dinner, and I clean forgot." She hurried away.

Adelaide sat thinking, more and more forlorn, though not a whit less determined.

"I ought to admire him more than I did Ross, and I ought to want to marry him--and I _will_!" The birds had stopped singing in the noonday heat.

The breeze had died down.