Would Jasper really persuade him to forget that laugh? "But he
is shy, and he said the first thing that came into his head."
"Boys haven't any right to be shy," said Adela, fussing with her little
sketching block and pencil, "they are so big and strong."
"Why did Tom run away so fast?" asked Phronsie, only half
comprehending.
"Never mind, child," said Polly, with a reassuring pat on her head.
"And isn't Jasper coming back?" asked Phronsie, in great distress.
"Yes, oh, I guess so," said Polly. "Well, there, the pretty glow has
all faded; see, Phronsie," pointing up to the leaden clouds that no one
who had failed to see a few moments before could have imagined alive
with colour. "Now we ought to run over to the others, for they'll be
going back to the hotel."
"It's all gone," said Phronsie, sadly, looking up at the darkening sky.
"Polly, where has the pretty red and pink gone to?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Polly, thinking only of Tom, and what a hard
time Jasper must be having with him. "Take care, Phronsie, don't look
up now--you'll fall! There, take my hand; now come on."
"O dear me, I didn't mean to laugh," Adela was saying to herself as she
fell back in the zig-zag path down the rocks. "I wish I hadn't--I'll
--I'll--" What she meant to do wasn't very clear in her mind; what she
did do, was to run up to her grandmother's and her room, and toss her
sketch-book on the table, and herself on the bed, for a good hearty
cry.
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