"I do not know," said I, thinking I had better be demure again. "She took me to the hop."
"The hop?—how did you like that?"
"I liked it very much."
"You did? You liked it? I did not know that you would go, with your peculiar notions."
"I went," I said; "I did not know what it was. How could I help liking it? But I am not going again."
"Why not, if you like it?"
"I am not going again," I repeated. "Shall we have a walk to the hills to-day, Dr. Sandford?"
"Grant!" said his sister-in-law's voice, "don't you mean the child shall have any breakfast? What made you so late, Daisy? Come in, and talk afterwards. Grant is uneasy if he can't see at least your shadow all the while."
We went in to breakfast, and I took a delightful walk with Dr. Sandford afterward, back in the ravines of the hills; but I had got an odd little impression of two things. First, that he, like Preston, was glad to have me give up going to the hops. I was sure of it from his air and tone of voice, and it puzzled me; for he could not possibly have Preston's dislike of Northerners, nor be unwilling that I should know them. The other thing was, that he would not like my seeing Mr. Thorold. I don't know how I knew it, but I knew it. I thought—it was very odd—but I thought he was jealous; or rather, I felt he would be if he had any knowledge of our friendship for each other. So I resolved he should have no such knowledge.
Our life went on now as it had done at our first coming.