"'Forcibly invite her to proceed to her destination,' you mean,
son," said Agatha.

"Yes, Ma, that is exactly what I mean," said young Adam. "Do I
get the buggy?"

"Yes, you may take my private conveyance. But do nothing to
publish the fact. There is no need to incur antagonism if it can
be avoided."

"Kate, I'll be driving past the privet bush about nine in the
morning. If you need me, hang a white rag on it, and I'll stop at
the corner of the orchard."

"I shall probably be standing in the road waiting for you," said
Kate.

"Oh, I hope not," said Agatha.

"Looks remarkably like it to me," said Kate.

Then she picked up the telescope, said good-bye to each of them,
and in acute misery started back to her home. This time she
followed the footpath beside the highway. She was so busy with
her indignant thought that she forgot to protect her skirts from
the dust of wayside weeds, while in her excitement she walked so
fast her face was red and perspiring when she approached the
church.

"Oh, dear, I don't know about it," said Kate to the small, silent