I wouldn't be a bit afraid, and it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don't you think? You could imagine you were dwelling in marble halls, couldn't you? And I was quite sure you would come for me in the morning, if you didn't to-night."
Matthew had taken the scrawny little hand awkwardly in his; then and there he decided what to do.
He could not tell this child with the glowing eyes that there had been a mistake; he would take her home and let Marilla do that.
She couldn't be left at Bright River anyhow, no matter what mistake had been made, so all questions and explanations might as well be deferred until he was safely back at Green Gables.
"I'm sorry I was late," he said shyly. "Come along. The horse is over in the yard. Give me your bag."
"Oh, I can carry it," the child responded cheerfully.
"It isn't heavy.
I've got all my worldly goods in it, but it isn't heavy.
And if it isn't carried in just a certain way the handle pulls out-so I'd better keep it because I know the exact knack of it.
It's an extremely old carpet-bag.