Nancy Rogerson , do n't be asking yourself conundrums . Put on your hat and proceed homeward , constructing on your way some reliable fib to account to Louisa for the absence of your strawberries . '' Nancy paused a moment and looked around wistfully . She had made the place look cheery and neat and homelike . She felt that queer tugging at her heart-strings again . Suppose she belonged here , and was waiting for Peter to come home to tea . Suppose -- Nancy whirled around with a sudden horrible prescience of what she was going to see ! Peter Wright was standing in the doorway . Nancy 's face went crimson . For the first time in her life she had not a word to say for herself . Peter looked at her and then at the table , with its fruit and flowers . `` Thank you , '' he said politely . Nancy recovered herself . With a shame-faced laugh , she held out her hand . `` Do n't have me arrested for trespass , Peter . I came and looked in at your kitchen out of impertinent curiosity , and just for fun I thought I 'd come in and get your tea . I thought you 'd be so surprised -- and I meant to go before you came home , of course . '' `` I would n't have been surprised , '' said Peter , shaking hands . `` I saw you go past the field and I tied the horses and followed you down through the woods . I 've been sitting on the fence back yonder , watching your comings and goings . ''
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