"I've been up to the Hill Place. Him and her's there for a few days."
"Him and her!" Priscilla repeated, her face flushing. "Oh, him and her!"
"Sure!" McAlpin was holding her with a hard, fixed gaze.
In the mesh that was closing about Priscilla, strangely enough names
were always largely eliminated. They might have altered her course later
on, might have held her to the past, but Kenmore dealt briefly with
personalities and visualized whatever it could. The name Travers had
rarely, if ever, been spoken in Priscilla's presence. "The Hill Place
folks" was the title found sufficient for general use.
"And I was remembering," Jerry-Jo went on, "how once you said you wanted
to thank him for--for the books. We might take the canoe, come to-morrow,
and the day is fine, and pay a visit."
Still Priscilla did not notice the gleam in McAlpin's keen eyes.
"Oh! if I only dared, Jerry-Jo! What an adventure it would be, to be
sure. And how good of you to think of it."
"What hinders?"
"Father would never forgive me!"
"And are you always to be at the beck and whistle of your father even in
your pleasures?"
Priscilla was in just the attitude of mind to receive this suggestion
with appreciation.
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