“I am so – glad you have told me – that.”
“I thought over what had happened when I was trying to find the stranger’s horse,” Jeremy went on, “and I think, Mariota, I grew up. I certainly realised that, if you had been killed, I would never have been able to hold up my head again.”
“Oh, Jeremy – Jeremy!” Mariota cried in a broken little voice.
Now because she knew that her brother hated tears and was embarrassed by them with great difficulty she forced a smile to her lips.
“Well, at least,” she said, “you will now be able to have the clothes – you want, and go to – London.”
“I will do that,” Jeremy said, “but not exactly for the same reasons which made me plan what I thought of as an adventure.”
Mariota looked at him for an explanation and he said,
“I tried to think out every detail
