"Of course I did. Come and sit here, Billy." She wiggled herself into a more comfortable position on the arm of the chair. "And tell your onliest sister how much you love her."
He went and sat beside her in the chair. He put his arm about her waist.
"I know it!" She snuggled close to him. "And I've had the most divine time, Billy. Wood Mills is a glorious place. There wasn't an awful lot to do; but whatever we did was great fun."
"You'd have a good time anywhere, little sister."
Her eyes wavered about the room a bit hungrily.
Something in her voice pulled his eyes up to her face.
She felt his fingers tighten at her side.
"Of course I am, Billy!" Her head was thrown back so that the long line of her throat showed in its firm molded whiteness. "Only, Billy, I want--I don't think I even know what I want. Only just sometimes I feel it. A want--that--perhaps--isn't--even--mine. It's for something;--well, for something that doesn't feel here."
"No, it isn't that. It's just; oh, I guess it's just that I worry about you."
"Yes, Billy. Sometimes you look so--so starved. That's what makes me think it's your want I feel--; yours that you want very much--and--and--Billy, that you can't get hold of."
"Oh, Billy." She spoke quickly. "There was one place out there at Wood Mills. You wouldn't have liked it. But it was too wonderful!"
He drew a deep breath of relief at the sudden change in her voice.
"What was it, Gina? Why wouldn't I have liked it?"
"It was just one big estate, Billy. A girl owns it. She's an orphan. She's very beautiful. She lives there all by herself except for a couple of old servants. Claire Trent and I saw her once or twice when we rode through the place. Claire says she's sort of queer. She doesn't bother about people. She doesn't like them, Claire says. She spends all her time around the place."
"Oh, it isn't, Billy. It's lovely. The estate is."
"I've heard the places there are pretty."
"Pretty! But this one, Billy;" in her enthusiasm she leaned eagerly forward. "You couldn't imagine it! There are miles and miles. And the whole thing; Claire says the whole year round; it's just one big mass of flowers."
In spite of himself he pulled his arm away from the girl's waist.
"Billy, I know you don't like flowers. But this! You've never seen anything like this!"
