CHAPTER ELEVEN
They didn't, of course. The barn was merely a hot, musty place with some old, rusted farm implements and broken harness straps and part of an old surrey in it. But Roberta found it interesting. Then they climbed up into the haymow. They had scarcely gotten up there when there was the sound of a car coming up the driveway. It drove around the back of the barn and parked.
Roberta said: "For goodness sakes, I wonder who that is?"
Wade looked at her and grinned and his eyes were hot and bright-looking, his face a little flushed. She could see a pulse beating at his temple. He put his finger to his lips. "Shhhh!" he warned. "I forgot to tell you. About this time every day, a fella and girl from the village come here."
"What on earth for?" Roberta wondered.
"Oh, just to smooc
