"I don't know," said Clytie seriously. "Really I don't."
"That's what I thought!" said Fancy. Then her troubled brow cleared,
and she turned to Cayley.
"I must say 'fare-thee-well, my Clementine,'" she said. "You certainly
came to the scratch nobly. I hope it wasn't all Miss Payson's
prompting, though!"
"Next time I hope I'll be able to bring you," he answered. "I'm sorry I
can't take you home now."
"Who said I was going home?" she smiled. Then she looked at him, too,
and spoke to him with a variation of the quizzical tone she had used
toward Clytie. "I don't know what there is about you that makes such a
hit with me--what is it?"
"The dagoes say I have the evil eye," he replied.