CHAPTER VI
Charlotte hurried down to the open fields below, vaguely frightened at the pounding of her heart, vaguely angry with herself because she felt that way. "As though I'd drop my plans for him!" she thought. "Would he drop his for me?"
She came to the open fields, but hesitated to cross them for fear that Neil might be watching and would follow. "I wonder if he's calling yet," she smiled half wistfully, half defiantly; and, still smiling, she bent her head and listened. Presently from the road she heard the noise of the Little Rattler, clattering down the hill. She pictured Neil at the wheel, lonely, disappointed, sadly going down the hill which he had mounted with such high hopes.
"I don't care!" she thought, tossing
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