"Some day I will explain." "Of course you were right," said David, "and I hope you will never be persuaded to go." "Thank you, all, a thousand times!" came gratefully from Anne; "and good night." Then she disappeared into the cottage.
"Well, this was a night's adventure," observed Grace, as they started homeward.
"I am afraid Anne's father is a night's adventurer," muttered David.

"He looks mightily like one of those strolling actors who go barnstorming through country towns." "Poor Anne! Do you suppose he wants her to barnstorm ?" asked Nora.
"I haven't a doubt of it," replied the young man.

"I think you girls had better adopt that poor child and look after her." "We have already," answered Grace.

"Didn't Miriam tell you about it ?" "Miriam?
No; she never tells me anything.

Besides, what has she to do with it ?" The girls were silent.
"By the way," continued Grace, "speaking of barnstorming, we want to ask your advice, David.