a sudden horrible prescience of what she was going to see! Peter Wright was standing in the doorway.
Nancy's face went crimson. For the first time in her life she had not a word to say for herself. Peter looked at her and then at the table, with its fruit and flowers.
"Thank you," he said politely.
Nancy recovered herself. With a shamefaced laugh she held out her hand.
"Don't have me arrested for trespass, Peter. I came and looked in at your kitchen out of impertinent curiosity, and just for fun I thought I'd come in and get your tea. I thought you'd be so surprised—and I meant to go before you came home, of course."
"I wouldn't have been surprised," said Peter, shaking hands. "I saw you go past the field and I tied the horses and followed you down through the woods. I've been sitting on the fence back yonder, watching your comings and goings."
"Why didn't you come and speak to me at church yesterday, Peter?" demanded Nancy, boldly.
"I was afraid I would say something ungrammatical," answered Peter drily.
The crimson flamed over Nancy's face again. She pulled her hand away.
