It seems long since the Junior Prom." "Oh, you're ill," she returned, compassionately.

"You do look pale and--won't you come in?
It's dusty and hot there.Come.

I'll take you where it's nice and cool." "Thank you.

I'll be glad to." She led him to a green, fragrant nook, where a bench with cushions stood half-hidden under heavy foliage.

Lane caught a glimpse of a winding flagged path, and in the distance a cottage among the trees.
"Bessy, do you live here ?" he asked.