SON OF THE WIND
ful, but one night he saw me. I didn't know it. He followed me."
"Yes, yes, yes," Carron said hastily. His attention was all awake. "And now something has happened that makes it necessary for you to tell me?"
She nodded. "Yes. When you were talking about my not telling mother, that I shouldn't have put it off, and all that, it came to me that I was putting off telling you this in the same way; and then, when you said I was too good, I couldn't bear it! But you went away so fast!" She panted. "So I ran after you."
Carron felt mystified. "Well, what is it?"
She looked puzzled. "Why, that is it."
He laughed. "My dear child, what difference does it make so long as it doesn't affect our—" he had almost said "my"—"affairs?"
"Oh, but," she opened large eyes at him, "you must know everything about me. You ought, because we are so close, you see. Everything should be said between us."
"For fear sometime I might hear, and be angry, eh?"
"No. Even if you never should, even though I knew you never could! All the more because of that. It would be dreadful for me to keep things from you because I knew you would never find out."
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