I'm sick of this thing," said Gregory, turning sharply on his heel.
"Why must I sit up the whole night because your stepmother chooses to get married ?" "Oh, it's all right, Greg, I only meant--" But he did not hear her, and a man had come up to have his cup filled.
An hour after Waldo came in to look for her, and found her still busy at the table.
"The horses are ready," he said; "but if you would like to have one dance more I will wait." She shook her head wearily.
"No; I am quite ready.

I want to go." And soon they were on the sandy road the buggy had travelled an hour before.

Their horses, with heads close together, nodding sleepily as they walked in the starlight, you might have counted the rise and fall of their feet in the sand; and Waldo in his saddle nodded drowsily also.
Only Em was awake, and watched the starlit road with wide-open eyes.

At last she spoke.
"I wonder if all people feel so old, so very old, when they get to be seventeen ?" "Not older than before," said Waldo sleepily, pulling at his bridle.
Presently she said again: "I wish I could have been a little child always.

You are good then.