It was touching the way Danny clung to her and, when they had driven for several miles outside the City, she knew, as they turned in through the drive gates of what appeared to be a large house, he was still nervous that he might lose her.
“You won’t forget about me, Aunt Roberta, will you?” he asked rather pitifully.
“No, of course not!” she smiled. “The carriage has to take me home and I would certainly not want to walk all that long way back to the City!”
Danny laughed.
“Your legs would get very tired.”
“Very very tired,” Roberta agreed. “So I promise you, after I have seen the gentleman who wishes to speak to me, we will go back together.”
She thought he looked wistfully through the carriage window at the garden they were passing, but she knew he would stay where he was as she ha
