PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
then, at 'Baeville' a nice, plump little mother and a grinning, awkward big brother bore her off all smiles and eager questioning."
Peggy, swinging back and forth on the low seat, had mimicked the child so well that Gordon, though a little hurt and chagrined, had to laugh sympathetically. "The dear little kid," he murmured.
Peggy said "There!" in a strange tone and he looked at her sharply. "What?" he questioned.
She was silent a moment. Then,
"I suppose you'll think me silly," she said finally, "but that story is really a test, Mr. Ames. And you said just the right thing. And
" she looked at him, frankly smiling and approving,—"I'm not afraid of you any more!""Afraid of me! Were you ever?" he asked.
"Um; a little, I guess; just about that much." She held up a gloved hand in the half-dark, thumb and finger scarcely apart. He was silent a moment.
"I wonder," he said at last, "if you were as afraid of me as I've been of you."
"Afraid of me!" she exclaimed, unconsciously
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