"I don't understand at all," said Thinkright. "Do you mean that he and Edna care for each other?" "Why, of course." "But they haven't met often of late." "I know; but of course she never could forget him, and they're so much alike in all their ways and tastes"-- "Hold hard, little one. Edna Derwent has a court of admirers at home. It isn't likely she has ever had time to think of Mr. Dunham." "Oh, you know there couldn't be another like him," was Sylvia's quick response, given so devoutly that her companion regarded her more closely. "I saw as soon as he came how things were, and would be; and I was extra careful. I've really almost avoided him, and yet, I'm going to tell you honestly, Thinkright, while he admires Edna so much, I seem to amuse him, and he has taken more notice of me than I wish he would; because of course all he thinks about me is that I'm a Western product, and he is curious about my difference from them. I can't imagine how I did it, but in some way I've offended Edna." "How does she show it?" "Just by a little coldness and difference in her manner; but it makes all the difference to me; and I want to stay with you now!" She came close to him and looked up into his face. "There isn't a thing to do," he returned, "except to think right about it. I suppose you've been remembering that?" "Ye-es, some," answered Sylvia, with hesitation. "That's Mr. Dunham coming along with the judge now, isn't it?" asked Thinkright. "Yes. Edna invited us yesterday to spend a week at the cottage, and we planned to come over to-day to get our clothes; and then last night she was cool to me, and this noon she was still more changed,--or else I noticed it more,--and oh," added the girl hastily, "they're coming this way. Tell them you want me to stay here, please do!" "Does Edna expect you back?" "Yes, but"-- "And you haven't attempted any explanation with her?" "No, but"-- Thinkright patted the arm near him. "Can't have my little girl show the white feather like that. You and Edna both know how to think. There isn't any power that can prevent your meeting on the right ground, and there is nothing hidden that shall not be revealed. The truth, even about this trifle, whatever it may be, will set you free." "Is this a secret session?" asked Judge Trent as the two men approached. Sylvia's speaking countenance seemed to say that it was; but Thinkright arose and shook hands with John. "Edna's invited me to come back with these young people," said the lawyer. "She wanted you instead, I believe, but for reasons I'll go first, if you have no objection." "None in the world," returned his cousin, "for I couldn't stay away just now." "Sylvia, I think you'd better pack your bag," went on Judge Trent. "Time is flying." Thinkright deliberately studied Dunham's expression as the latter watched the young girl, whose indecision and trouble were obvious.