Then, besides, the affair did not look so big, after all that had happened during this exciting day.
As they waited, Joyce joined them, and presently they heard Lloyd coming through the hall.

She was singing a verse from Ingelow's "Songs of Seven:" "'There is no dew left on the daisies and clover.
There is no rain left in the heaven.
I've said my seven times over and over-- Seven times one are seven.'" Then she began again, "'There is no dew left on the daisies and clover--'" Rob turned to Mary.

"I wonder why," he said, meaningly.
The red flashed up into Mary's face and she made no audible answer, but Joyce, turning suddenly, saw to her horror that Mary had made a saucy face at him and thrust out her tongue like a naughty child.
"Why, Mary Ware!" she began, in a shocked tone, but Betty interrupted with a laugh.

"Let her alone, Joyce; he richly deserved it.

He was teasing her." "Betty was right," thought Mary afterward.