Sanderson got up and faced the kitchen door, hesitating, reluctant
again to face the girl and to continue the deception. Necessity drove
him to the door, however, and when he reached it, he saw Mary standing
near the center of the kitchen, waiting for him.

"I don't believe you are hungry at all!" she declared, looking keenly
at him. "And do you know, I think you blush more easily than any man I
ever saw. But don't let that bother you," she added, laughing;
"blushes become you. Will," she went on, tenderly pressing his arm as
she led him through a door into the dining-room, "you are awfully
good-looking!"

"You'll have me gettin' a swelled head if you go to talkin' like that,"
he said, without looking at her.

"Oh, no; you couldn't be vain if you tried. None of the Bransfords
were ever vain--or conceited. But they all have had good appetites,"
she told him, shaking a finger at him. "And if you don't eat heartily
I shall believe your long absence from home has taken some of the
Bransford out of you!"

She pulled a chair out for aim, and took another at the table opposite
him.

Sanderson ate; there was no way out of it, though he felt awkward and
uncomfortable. He kept wondering what she would say to him if she knew
the truth. It seemed to him that had the girl looked closely at him
she might have seen the guilt in his eyes.